#longingly might i add

[feminurge]

the thing about me is that i will want to write and then i will simply. not

[parkers-gal]

A touch starved Bucky that slowly warms up ;)

❤️

i wasn't sure if you wanted smut or fluff so i made this fluffyyyy i hope u like it !!! <333 i might add a little more later or smth idk yet

touch starved J.B.

pairing: bucky barnes x avengers!reader, f!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: (newly) established relationship

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it started with a simple brush up on his arm. innocently, it happened in the kitchen while you grabbed a bowl from the cabinet beside bucky. so brief you hadn’t even noticed it, but bucky did. he was frozen in place, feet planted to the floor, eyes practically bulging. but you didn’t react, merely continuing your conversation with steve who sat across the counter eating a bowl of oatmeal.

“you okay, honey?” your voice rang in his ears a few moments later. 

shaking off his dumbstruck state, he manages to answer. “yeah.” a sip of his coffee solidifies his response.

what was that?

he can’t shake the thought.

why did that happen? i can take bullets but not the feel of her fingers?

he was too embarrassed to bother asking you.

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sitting around the large dining table, a pack of cards lay sprawled across the top, poker chips in the middle. wanda and natasha had made various drinks, bucky sporting a beer beside you. absentmindedly, he started playing with one of his chips, right hand rolling it around and clicking it against the table. you turned towards the noise. softly, you grabbed your boyfriend's hand, playing with his fingers as he dropped the chip. 

his eyes shift down to where your fingers skid across his palm, lightly caressing the skin. 

“you’re up, barnes,” clint interrupts, laughing with sam about something. 

he throws a chip into the pile, taking a swig from the bottle of brew, left hand around the neck. 

picking up on his tense shoulders and the shift in his eyes, you lean towards him. “am i making you uncomfortable?” you nod towards your hands, laid out on the table intertwined. “i can stop if you want to, i’m sorry.”

“no! no, no,” he rushes out, almost too loudly. bucky clears his throat, cheeks heating up. “i… i like it.”

a small grin beams on your face, happy at the sudden news. “okay.” you lean a little more, just enough to kiss his bicep.

“i raise you two dollars.” you announce, turning back towards the table and throwing some chips towards the growing pile in the center.

a few people groan at your words. you let go of bucky’s hand to shuffle through your cards, smiling to yourself and placing them face down, confident in your cards. he looks longingly down at his hand, now absent of your warmth. momentarily, you notice the look on his face, but your attention is pulled when steve starts talking to you.

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you’re lounging on the couch when bucky strolls in with steve, boots softly thudding on the floor. looking up from your book, you greet them with a smile.

“hey, guys. what’s up?”

steve returns your smile, “just got through debriefing for the next mission.”

you hum in acknowledgment. “i hope it isn’t anything too crazy.” you look at bucky when you say it. he smiles a little, nodding at you. 

“okay, i gotta help sam with some new combination he wants to try out.” steve shrugs, turning to walk away from you two. “something about launching off the shield.” he laughs. bucky looks at him quizzically but you laugh along.

“sounds like sam.” you say your goodbyes to steve, watching as bucky awkwardly stands beside the couch. “wanna watch a movie in my room?” you offer, wanting to get away. 

he appreciates how hard you try to make him comfortable, knowing he’s not too keen on public affection. he wants to show you off, but he’s not quite there yet. 

“i’d like that.”

“okay!” you chirp, abandoning your book on the coffee table and moving towards bucky. you hold his upper arm, left hand reaching down to lace your fingers with his. “is this okay?”

he sucks in a breath, dumfounded. “more than okay,” he manages to utter, admiring the smile you give him while nudging the two of you towards the hallway. 

“how long is the mission?”

“hm? oh,” he squeezes your hand unintentionally. you squeeze right back, and his heart beats wildly at the gesture. “bout a week and a half. nothing too crazy.” 

“i’ll miss you,” you pout, pulling him into your room. “boots off.”

grabbing the remote, you crawl across the bed to your spot, patting next to you. bucky obliges, removing his shoes and sitting beside you, shoulder to shoulder. you scoot a little closer, thigh brushing against his as you flick through movie options. 

bucky swallows thickly, breath lodged in his throat. you reach over to the nightstand to grab something, and your thigh leaves its place beside his. he frowns when it doesn’t return – you’ve readjusted.

“what about- what’s wrong?” you look at him worriedly. he’s not looking at you, still staring down at his leg where you touched him. 

pursing his lips, he glances at you. “uhm…” he trails off, not sure what to say. you scoot closer as you had just done moments ago, and when your thigh sits up against bucky’s, you watch as his shoulders deflate in relief, a certain sparkle in his eyes.

“bucky?” your voice is almost a whisper. 

“yeah?” 

“do you like when i touch you?”

he looks as though he’s a child just being caught sneaking candy out. you continue.

“do you want me to keep touching you?”

after a beat, he nods. “i want you to touch me all the time.”

“oh.” your hand reaches out for his, lacing your fingers and resting them in his lap. “i had no idea.”

he looks almost apologetic. “i really like when you touch me.” he confesses, biting the inside of his cheek. “i can’t- i don’t know…”

you shush him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “i just thought you weren’t very affectionate. i didn’t want to push.”

his shoulders slump a little. “i’ve never… experienced affection like this before.”

“oh.” 

silently, you pivot your body, one leg reaching across his lap until you're straddling him. his eyes grow wide. pulling both his hands towards you, you guide them to your waist. it’s comfortable, and you don’t push for anything else.

“i’ll just love on you a little, see how you feel about it. ‘kay?”

eyes still wide, he nods. 

“i’m gonna kiss you now.”

another nod has you quietly giggling. shifting forward slightly, you feel his fingertips squeeze your waist a little. he’s trying to ground himself. 

cupping his face, you drag your thumb gently across his jaw and cheek, ruffling through the scruff of his beard. you place a light kiss on his chin, then his nose, then his forehead, soft and protective. when you pull back to look at him, his eyes are dilated; he’s practically high on you, reveling in the intimacy. your thumb grazes his bottom lip, watching it glide.

when your lips connect, bucky inhales sharply but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back. your hand moves from his jaw to the back of his head, playing with the loose strands of hair. he tugs you closer, flesh hand settling on your lower back. when you pull apart, you’re both out of breath and you slump onto his chest, nuzzling in the crook of his neck. 

bucky breaks the silence after a little while. 

“i feel like… now that i know what it’s like i’ll never be able to live without it.”

humming, you squeeze his middle, hugging the super soldier. “does that mean you want me to be affectionate all the time?”

“is that okay?”

you lean up, pecking his lips. he smiles, a little shy but it’s overpowered by his yearning for you.  you smile right back. 

“more than okay.”

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bucky masterlist

[literaila]

three things

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: a fun trip to the grocery store (how do you raise children?)

warnings: a bit of anxiety, a bit too much of gojo

last part | next part

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year one.

"no, satoru." 

how many times have you said that today? 

how many times has satoru pouted--like he's doing right now--and put back whatever he'd plucked off the shelf, grumbling something about how you hated him or you weren't his mom or how he was the one buying everything? 

oh, too many times to count. you stopped after five. 

megumi rolls his eyes with you, already familiar with this routine, looking at everything in the cart again with the same analytical eye he's had since you all walked into the store. you're pretty sure he's counting the total cost.

it might be cute--the way his frown deepens just a little bit after each new item is added--if it didn't worry you completely. 

because it's the first time you've taken the two of them to the store, and the first time you're trying to recall everything their eyes trail over, the things they want but neither of them will say.

you're trying to remember yourself as a kid--if you begged your parents for anything you could possibly want, or if you stood there and stared longingly. but your childhood has always been a dull memory you keep hidden in the attic of your mind. 

so you're not sure what to expect. 

because neither of them has asked for much, since the first night. tsumiki requested a notebook she could draw in, and megumi asked if you could get gojo to stop talking to him. 

the first which you did immediately, even letting gojo get her some expensive pencils to draw with, the second which you... tried. 

it hasn't been easy, the past few days. settling two kids into a dysfunctional house didn't exactly fit into your schedule for the week. 

"why not?" satoru demands, walking right along slide you, pushing the cart because you'd forced him to. "we need dessert." 

"there are seven different types of dessert already in there. i'm hiding at least three of those, by the way." 

"i'll find them," satoru grins mischievously, but waves a hand. "we've got two extra people in the house now. i'm not just shopping for me. do you want them to starve?" 

you roll your eyes, again. then pull on his hair, which he squeaks at. "you're only shopping for you. i've seen your pantries, you know. and i lived with you for three years. we all saw your grocery lists." 

satoru is about to say something, but tsumiki giggles. maybe at the stupid way his face looks. 

the way he's almost smiling, even in denial. how his eyes show from just behind his glasses, his brows moving like a separate entity on his face. 

you haven't really talked to him, the past couple of days. nothing beyond a question about megumi's technique, or where the two of them went to school. 

how long will it take before you finally ask him--

you look over to tsumiki, shaking your head at satoru and smiling back. 

"megumi doesn't like sweets much," she adds to you, easily.

you add it to the mental list of things you know about them.

you look at the little boy, and he nods, looking straight ahead. his shoes catch on the ground every couple of steps like they don't fit right. 

satoru gasps like this is an outrage. because not drinking straight sugar is offensive to him. 

"what?" he asks, stopping all three of you so he can grab megumi by the shoulders. "were you cursed?" he inspects the boy carefully, peering over the glasses on his face.

megumi seems to sink back with each glance of his eyes, his face turning red. 

"cursed to deal with you, maybe," you tell him, pushing him away from megumi. the boy fixes his hair--which had been pushed over his eyes--and glares at satoru.

"he doesn't like sweets?" the man repeats, mouth open, glancing at all three of you like he's not sure that any of you are sane.

"you say that as if you don't eat enough for all four of us." 

"i need the calories," satoru whines, fluttering his eyelashes at you. you ignore him--and the funny way you feel about the gesture.

you look at both of the kids, observing the two of you closely, and give them a look. a look as in, he's crazy. 

megumi swallows. "i like dango." 

"great!" you nudge satoru to keep walking. "we'll get some." 

"that's it?" satoru prods. "what about--" 

you pinch his hip and shake your head, glaring at him when he pouts at you again. 

you step on his heels as you walk through the aisles, still watching the kids with sharp eyes, trying to figure out anything they might want. 

tsumiki murmurs something to megumi every once and a while, but beyond that, they only walk alongside you and satoru, stepping out of the way of any other adults that pass by. 

honestly, you might as well have taken them to the park. they don't even glance at any of the shelves--except when satoru pushes one of them away to grab something. at least at the park, they'd be getting some fresh air. 

after you sigh in--what? frustration? disappointment?--for the fourth time, satoru gives you a look, raising his brows. you shake your head. 

he nudges you with his shoulder but doesn't say anything. whistling while he sneaks more sugar into the cart. 

after the fifteenth minute of this, megumi falls in stride beside you and you look down at him. his eyes evade yours, focusing on the necklace you're wearing instead.

"um, i have to use the restroom," he says to you, soft and embarrassed. 

"okay," you place a hand on his back, gently turning him around, "i think it's just over here," you say, listening as satoru follows along idly. 

"me too," tsumiki says, trailing on your other side. 

the store is almost completely empty, so you tell the two of them that you'll wait right outside the door, and lean against the wall, watching the both of them disappear. 

satoru is already looking at you. 

"what?" you groan, glaring at the doors. 

"what what?" 

you sigh. his voice is annoying. "why are you looking at me?" 

satoru is too close for comfort, his arm brushing against yours--uncomfortably of course because he is the worst--without a care in the world. "what's up?" 

"what do you mean?" 

"why are you acting weird?" 

"i'm not acting weird," you look at him, frowning. 

he's wiping his glasses on his shirt--like he can actually see out of them--and looking at you quizzically. "oh, so you staring at tsumiki and megumi like they're a science experiment isn't weird?" 

you ignore him and his stupid blue eyes. 

"if i was doing that you'd push me down a flight of stairs, but okay..." 

you sigh again, rolling your eyes. and then again. and then you relent because satoru's silence will inevitably break you. "they haven't asked for anything," you say, almost whining to him. "you told them they could pick out whatever they want." 

satoru shrugs. "so they don't want anything." 

"everyone wants something, satoru. especially kids." 

"everyone?" 

"yes. i'd expect you to know better than anyone," he laughs but you frown. "it's a human trait." 

he smirks, leaning down towards you. "what do you want, then?" 

you scoff, flicking his forehead. "i want them to feel comfortable. and i want you to stop bugging megumi." 

"but he makes it so easy," satoru says, pretending to be innocent.

"you're the adult, here," you say, even though you don't really believe it--nor should you. "act like it." 

"all the kid does is scowl," satoru complains. "i'm just trying to make him comfortable." 

"by invading his space?" 

"you stare from far away, i stare from up close." 

"you antagonize." 

satoru grins, crossing his arms, very pleased with himself. he's silent again. 

the past year has almost made you forget that satoru knows you like this. he's always known how to keep you talking, how to read your face and your hesitant glances. 

it's not like time could make him forget. it's not like you've forgotten anything about him. 

"you aren't worried?" you ask, after a second. 

"about the kids?" 

"yes," you say, obviously, "that we're already messing something up." 

he gives you a dubious look. "it's been four days." 

and he's right. you can't expect to understand either one of them after seventy-two hours of merely knowing about their existence. but you don't know how to treat kids like these, because any mistake you make--anything you say--will inevitably come back to haunt you. 

"it's--" you shake your head. satoru doesn't worry about anything, so you don't even know why you're bringing it up. "it's like when you play with someone else's kid and feel like you're breaking some unspoken rule. except this time we're the ones making the rules. there's no one to tell us if we mess up." 

"i think megumi would tell us," satoru answers, almost sarcastically. 

"he's the kid, idiot," you groan. "he doesn't know." 

"rude," satoru is still grinning. "what could you have messed up, at this point? all you've been doing is asking them questions. that's pretty straightforward." 

"maybe it's too much, too fast." 

satoru snorts, shaking his head at you. "grocery shopping?" 

"everything." 

satoru raises a brow at you, watching as you deflate. you feel like each move you make takes a little more air out of you, and who's to say when you'll finally run out? 

how many mistakes do you have to make to finally get it right? 

and you know--and you know that he knows--that it's not just about them, but about you. is this too fast? is this too much?

satoru rests a hand on your head. "you're too in your head about this." 

"well, i have to do it for the both of us." 

he ignores that. "if they need something, they'll ask," the words are soft, genuine. he's completely sure like he always is. "you made it clear that we're just here to help. it's been four days." 

you sigh, nodding reluctantly. 

"we'll figure it out," he says, simply. "you don't need to worry about anything. i mean, i'm here, so..." 

you push his hand away, glaring. "megumi doesn't even talk to you." 

"hey, yes he does." 

"to call you a freak, maybe. or tell you to shut up." 

"don't be jealous of my relationship with megumi. we're bonding." 

you roll your eyes but find a laugh making its way out of you. 

he's always been good at this, too. making everything seem easy. 

when tsumiki comes out of the bathroom door, she smiles at the sight of the two of you still there--both talking animatedly, with similar glares in your eyes. she settles in beside satoru, copying him as she leans against the wall. 

"you think i'm great, don't you tsumiki?" satoru asks her, goading. 

she nods immediately. 

you snort and look away while tsumiki giggles when satoru leans down to smack a kiss on her cheek. 

something inside of you warms, just briefly. 

and then megumi comes out, rubbing his hands together. unlike tsumiki, he glares at satoru and chooses to stand beside you. 

"okay," satoru clasps his hands together. "are you both ready to go?" 

"um," you turn to him. "satoru we haven't--" 

megumi nods immediately, looking a bit brighter at the prospect, and tsumiki furrows her brows, questioning. 

"great! both of you pick out three things that you want and then we'll leave." 

megumi glowers. 

"three things?" you clear your throat. "they need more--" 

"three things," satoru repeats, looking right at megumi while he says it. some words pass non-verbally between the two of them. you might have to tell satoru not to talk to megumi about anything without you. "we'll get everything else we need." 

tsumiki runs alongside megumi and grabs his arm, which he allows, though you watch his eyes roll. 

"go on," satoru shoos them away, smiling all proudly. when they're gone, he turns to you again. "there. now you don't have to worry about picking something they like." 

and he reaches his hand to grab yours, as a simple habit. 

satoru has never tip-toed around the line of physical contact. even with shoko, even when she would push him off.

something passes between the two of you. holding his hand is familiar; egged on by four years of standing alongside him. 

you try not to flinch away from the contact. 

and, sure, satoru probably just lost both of them in the store, and you don't actually have everything else you need, or know what those things are, but he's smiling at you. 

he's trying to be reassuring. 

so you smile back and let him hold your hand. 

"we'll figure it out," he whispers to you, and you push the cart this time while the two of you try to find the children he just lost.

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later that night--after forcing satoru to put away the groceries with the rest of you--megumi lets you sneak into his room with a (third) bag of candy that satoru grabbed last second, acting like you wouldn't notice. 

"where's the best hiding spot for this?" you ask him, looking around.

it's pretty doubtful that satoru would risk going into megumi's room just to look for it. and, you're sure, that megumi probably wouldn't let satoru open the door, nonetheless go through his things.

the boy points at his dresser and moves some clothes so you can hide it at the bottom of one of the drawers. he doesn't even question your motivations.

as you back out of the room again, you make him promise not to tell, and, for a single second, megumi smiles back at you, crossing his heart. 

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next part

[yanderefarm]

More doll master stuff

Silvan being extremely depressed and jealous over his master getting a pretty new human that they begin to pay more attention to, especially one that looks so similar to him, he so desperately want to beg cry, tear himself apart because clearly your going to replace him, but yet he doesn't because if he does, you might throw him away, atleast if he's still beautiful you'll keep him, he wont be alive any longer, but he'll still be yours, he begins to notice you gathering up and preparing your doll making supplies, he desperately want to cry but no, he will be your prettiest doll until the bitter end, he begins to do extensive beauty treaments, cremes, lotions, mud masks, whatever he can to further enhance his beauty just for you, he waits and waits for his time to come..... and yet it doesnt no infact, slowly all your equipment starts to get put away, you return to your usual routine of dressing him up and showing him off, and hm that human you took in is nowhere to be seen, it isnt until you bring him to your display room that the truth fully sinks in, he was never getting replaced, no rather he had inspired you to want to create a specific display and scene, but of course you weren't going to turn your favorite doll into a lifeless thing like the others, so of course you scoured everywhere you could for a human similar enough to suit your vision, but of course they needed some serious work before they were truly ready to fill the role, and look it was all worth it in the end, a blushing bride, the picture of innocents, yet trapped in a cage with feathers on the ground, your precious bird, wings clipped and torn apart to prevent him from ever leaving, and yet a smile forever etched onto his face

i genuinely do not think i could have anything i could add to this. this is so pretty and so in character of him too.

i will say

he would probably find himself coming back to your piece over and over again. he would stare longingly at the beautiful wedding dress, his cheeks as pink as the blush on the doll. he would sit there for hours imagining the full scene playing out where you keep your beautiful doll wife in his gilded cage. he would be jealous of the lifeless doll in a way, it gets to be your beautiful wife even if only in fantasy. you have to come find him in the doll room and pull him away from his fantasies. poor little thing just wants to be loved like that.

[anghraine]

I was re-watching The Search For Spock for reasons and damn, I'm kind of fascinated by the brief interactions between Kirk and Sarek.

Sarek does not even consider that Spock might have mind-melded with anyone but Kirk before dying; he just assumes Kirk is carting around Spock's katra but making some baffling choices around it, and when he realizes Kirk doesn't have it, he assumes there was no mind-meld at all. (This is partly because Kirk was the last person who interacted with Spock, but even once Sarek knows Kirk wasn't there at the right time, he doesn't consider that Spock might have passed his katra to someone who was there.)

Kirk responds to the assumption that of course it was him by saying, "Sir, your son meant more to me than you can know" (I feel like Sarek does know, in fact). Kirk adds that he'd have died if it meant Spock would live, he just doesn't know wtf Sarek is talking about.

The sole explanation for why Spock didn't meld with Kirk before dying is that Kirk didn't happen to be in the same room at the time. There's this awful soft anguish to Kirk's explanation: "We were separated...he couldn't touch me..."

The mind-meld with Sarek is weird and uncomfortable (which I actually like them to be—let Vulcans be weird!). The camera continually focusing on Sarek's mouth doesn't help, though.

However, this meld doesn't seem as ... encompassing as the Kirk-Spock ones (I mean, one would hope not, but still). Sarek just summarizes Kirk's memories and repeats some specific statements of Spock's as he's rifling through Kirk's memories, rather than speaking Kirk's own thoughts as Spock did; Kirk's independent confirmations that Sarek is correctly seeing his memories come from Kirk's own mouth, not Sarek's.

Unusually, Kirk opens his eyes halfway through the meld as he gets to relive this latest trauma, and he's obviously on the verge of tears but holds back. The way the camera focuses on his eyes specifically is fantastic, actually—the lighting mingles with the hazel of his eyes in a kind of unsettling way and you just see the stunned grief in them.

At one point, Kirk just longingly/miserably murmurs "Spock..." as he's reliving their last moments together. Via Spock's father.

Presumably(????) they didn't literally mean Sarek to be Kirk's father-in-law, and yet their dynamic just feels so much like tense in-laws who previously didn't talk much or approve of each other dealing awkwardly with shared loss, and then teaming up against any threats to the welfare of the person they both love.

Once Kirk understands what the hell Sarek is even talking about, he's the one who is absolutely certain Spock would have passed on his katra when Sarek gives up hope. Sarek promptly realizes that Kirk's understanding of Spock is correct, though he didn't see it himself until Kirk points it out, and still has no idea how this would have worked out. It's Kirk, again, who comes up with the most obvious explanation.

Instead of going through the camera recordings himself, Kirk asks Sarek to please wait so they can go through them together.

One of the snippets from the recording that shows up as Kirk is rewinding to the right spot is past!Kirk screaming and being held back as Spock is dying. Sarek isn't even judgmental about it. (ngl I ... suspect the Sarek-Kirk relationship is going to be a lot better once things settle down later.)

Kirk acknowledges that carrying this out will be difficult and Sarek says, "you will find a way." Kirk just responds, "I will. I swear."

Then towards the end of the film, as the Klingon ship approaches Vulcan, Sarek responds to the announcement of their arrival with "Tell them ... tell Kirk we'll be ready." Again, Sarek seems to believe that Spock's relationship to Kirk specifically is exceptional and unlike his other friendships. Sarek is the one who tells post-ritual Spock about his closeness to Kirk in particular and that Kirk went back for him. (This is also reinforced by Spock recognizing Kirk's face alone, and recalling his name specifically.)

By the time the ritual is over, Sarek knows that Kirk's own son died in the process of recovering Spock. When Kirk says he did what he had to do, Sarek asks, "But at what cost?" Kirk just says he'd have lost his soul if he hadn't tried and Sarek accepts this.

[kpopsexstories]

QUICK FIX #47: SKZ Hyunjin Horny Flirting Game

Member: SKZ Hyunjin

Content: Your boyfriend is in a silly and horny mood before dinner with your parents. No sex, but funny and dirty pick-up lines.

Type: VANILLA

Word Count: 819

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more x female reader smut and other groups and members.

Hyunjin approaches you from behind in the kitchen and puts his arms around you. “Hey babe,” he says. “Are you an angel who dropped from the sky?”

“Jin, stop it!” you say and laugh. You pull away from him and he lets you go, but he leans against a wall and smiles longingly at you.

“I'd like to take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring your own snack.”

You roll your eyes and turn away from him, but you can't help but giggle at his silly comments.

You try to walk away from him. He quickly rushes to stop you.

“Hey, where are you going? I'd follow you to North Korea for that smile, and even further for that thing you do with your tongue.”

You suddenly blush and slap the man on the chest. “Babe, not here! My parents are in the other room.”

Hyunjin leans in close and puts two fingers under your chin to raise it. “Wanna wash my truck?” he asks.

“Huh?”

“Your pants look expensive. They're 100% off at my place, where we can be alone.”

“Stop it. I told you this dinner is important to me.”

“I know, but if you're a carpenter I've got some hard wood for you to handle. I hope we can find some time for that later.”

You smile wide but push the man away. “Later, okay?”

“By the way, you remind me of my pinky toe. You're supportive and when your parents are gone I'm gonna bang you on the coffee table.”

“HYUN!”

Your boyfriend laughs loudly and takes a step away from you. “Sorry, I'll stop now.”

“Yes please. You’re not funny.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you laughing?”

“I'm dead inside. But hey, if I'm a graveyard I'll let you bury yourself inside me.”

Hyunjin wraps his arms around you and gives your ass a squeeze. “Oh, are you finally coming around?” he asks and kisses you on the lips. “That was terrible though. Got a better one?”

“You like porn?”

Hyunjin's eyes suddenly widen and he looks confused.

“Cause if you do, we can watch some in the flat screen mirror in my room when my family has gone to bed.”

“Hah! Good one.”

“And if you're a gentleman, which I know you are, I like my eggs fertilized in the morning.”

Hyunjin looks shocked but totally into you. “Oh my god babe! You're freakin’ horny aren't you?”

He hugs you and tries to kiss you on the mouth but you keep his face at a distance while looking him straight in the eye. “I can't give you my virginity,” you say, “but I can give you the box it came in.”

Now it's Hyunjin’s turn to blush. “Babe, not so loud! Your parents might hear.”

But there's no stopping you now. Hyunjin has already opened the box and you enjoy watching him squirm. “What can I say? I grew up on a chicken farm. I know how to raise a cock.”

A female voice suddenly appears behind you. “What are you talking about honey? We raised you in the city.”

Hyunjin quickly lets you go and you take a hasty step back from him. Your heart skips a beat and you do your best to salvage the situation. “I know mom, we're just playing.”

Your father appears behind his wife. “I would appreciate it if you didn't play in my house.” He gives Hyunjin a stern look, and your boyfriend quickly and respectfully bows.

Your dad isn’t really that strict though. While still looking at Hyunjin, he adds: ”If you break my coffee table your pinky toe is the least of your worries.”

You feel like you do want to die on the inside. Your parents have heard more than you realized and you're suddenly mortified. But the two men in your life are quick to brush it off.

“How's dinner going?” your dad asks to change the subject.

“We're almost done,” Hyunjin says in a sudden cheerful voice. “Ten minutes. I really hope you'll like it.”

“I'm sure we will,” your mother says and smiles. She turns around and leaves the room in silence.

You look at Hyunjin, and to your delight he’s blushing when he stares back at you. Then you both burst out in a fit of giggles.

He gives you one last kiss on the cheek, and before you return to preparing the meal, he whispers in your ear: “I will fertilize your eggs. And once I've planted my clone in you they’ll be stuck with me for life.”

“Is that what you want?” you ask. “To be around my crazy family forever?”

“Yeah,” Hyunjin says. “I love you. I want you to be mine until I die.”

“I hope you don't mind living on a chicken farm.”

“Not for as long as I have you to raise my cock.”

“Oh my god, stop it Hyunjin!”

[kikyoupdates]

Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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“Draw two,” Sasaki says. 

“I’ll add another draw two. So now [Name] has to draw four,” Iguchi follows up, throwing another card onto the pile.

You stare at the two cards left in your hand, and then you cast a glance beside you, over to poor Itadori, who’s easily holding more than ten. Part of you wonders if you should be nice and spare him, since he’s clearly suffering more than enough already, but then again, this is Uno. 

Uno is just about as cutthroat as it gets. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, wincing a bit as you add another card onto the pile. “I still have a draw four card left… which means Itadori has to pick up eight cards in total. Also, um, Uno.” 

“No way!” he cries out, and you swear you see his soul leave his body. 

Sasaki throws her head back and starts laughing. “Man, Itadori, you stink at this! I swear you’ve placed last every single time we’ve played. It’s actually kind of impressive how unlucky you can be sometimes.”

“I haven’t lost yet,” Itadori stubbornly refutes, but of course, within the next round, you win, and Sasaki and Iguchi quickly follow suit. 

You watch as Itadori’s shoulders slump in defeat. 

“Fine, now I lost,” he sighs. Most people would probably be pretty frustrated seeing as he’s lost more than four—or is it five games in a row now? In any case, Uno tends to ruin friendships and drive people insane, but since this is Itadori, it only takes a few brief moments of adorable sulking for him to perk up again. “Alright, well, I’m ready for the next round!” 

Iguchi shakes his head. “Sorry, but no more. I’m starting to feel bad about beating you this badly.” 

“Really?” Sasaki blinks. “I’m having the time of my life.” 

“You don’t always have to voice your intrusive thoughts aloud, Sasaki.” 

“We can play more next time,” you say, gently patting Itadori on the shoulder. “And I’m sure you’ll win a bunch then. Enough to make up for all the losses from today.” 

“Doubt it,” Sasaki muses. 

“Sasaki, that’s seriously enough out of you,” Iguchi sighs.

“Alright, fine,” Itadori relents. He quickly glances towards the clock on the wall. “I guess it’s about time for me to head out anyway. It’d be nice to get to the hospital early for a change.” 

More than a week has passed since you first awoke in this world, and during that time, you’ve spent pretty much every day hanging out with Itadori. It’s quite literally a dream come to true to be able to talk to him like this. From the moment you discovered you attended the same school, you were already starstruck, but you figured you would only ever be able to stare at him longingly, from afar. Never in a million years did you imagine that you would actually become his friend. 

Even though your friendship is destined to be cut short, you’re determined to enjoy these blissful moments for as long as you can.

You and Itadori say goodbye to Sasaki and Iguchi, and the two of you walk out of the building together, stopping by a vending machine to grab some canned drinks. You crack your can open and sit down next to him, relishing in the fresh air paired with the cool liquid running down your throat. 

“Visiting your grandpa again, right?” you affirm. 

Itadori takes a big gulp, then nods. “Yeah. Same old, I guess. That’s another reason why it’s nice being part of the Occult Research Club. A lot of people have pestered me to join athletic clubs, but they run way too late. I wouldn’t be able to make it down to the hospital in time for visiting hours. It just works out better this way. Plus, hanging out with those guys is a lot of fun.”

“It’s nice that you always make an effort to visit him,” you say, smiling gently. “I’m sure he really appreciates the time he gets to spend with you. It must mean a lot to him.” 

“Well, I’m the only one he has left, so I’d feel really crappy if he had to spend every day all on his own.”

“Still. Not everyone would make sure to visit every single day, like you do. You’re really kind. You’re a good person, Itadori.” 

You hold your smile as you take another sip of your drink, and you don’t notice that Itadori is staring at you wide-eyed, at least, not until you turn and realize he’s nearly breathing down your neck. 

“Um,” you say, feeling a bit embarrassed by how close he is, “y-yes? Is there… something on my face?” 

Itadori scratches his neck. “Uh. This might sound like a bit of a weird request and all, but I was just wondering if… maybe you wanted to come with me today?” 

“Come with you?” 

“Yeah. To visit my gramps. Since we got to talking and all, I figured maybe he’d like to see someone other than me for a change. To be honest, I don’t think he has much longer left. He’s always snapping at me for visiting him, saying I shouldn’t waste my time going to a depressing place like that, and that I should be spending time in clubs with my friends instead. Maybe he’ll feel better if he sees me bring a friend along. He won’t worry that I’m lonely, like he is.” 

You proceed to just stare at him, and although you didn’t intend for your gaze to be unsettling, Itadori lets out a nervous chuckle and quickly shakes his head.

“Aw, man, what am I even saying? Sorry. That was kind of weird. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to waste your free time going to a hospital, of all places. I didn’t mean to try and pressure you into anything. Just forget what I—” 

“I'll go,” you blurt. “If you're sure you want me to come with you, then yes. I'd be happy to meet your grandpa.”

Itadori blinks rapidly, clearly bewildered, but it doesn’t take long for one of those ridiculously cute smiles to spread across his lips. 

“Awesome! Thanks so much, [Name]. That’s really cool of you. I feel like you’re always the one doing me favors, even though it should be the other way around.” 

“It’s not a favor,” you reassure. You pause, smiling shyly. “I really like spending time with you, after all.” 

Itadori’s smile shows no signs of disappearing, and together, you make the trip to Sugisawa Hospital, where his grandfather is currently admitted. 

You have to admit, you feel a little nervous. His grandfather is his only remaining family, and naturally, you want to make a good impression. Even more so because you know that he doesn’t have much time left. You may not be able to stay by Itadori’s side once the canon plot begins, but at least for now, you’d like to put his grandfather at ease. 

“Don’t worry,” Itadori reassures, smiling brightly. “He might seem like a crabby old man at first, but he’s not actually that bad. I know he’ll be happy to see me with a friend.” 

You smile back and quickly nod, and after a moment’s delay, Itadori slides the door open. 

“...you again, Yuji?” a gruff voice immediately barks out. “I thought I told you to quit wasting your time stopping by. Don’t you have anything better to do? What about your school club?” 

Itadori steps into the room first, rolling his eyes as if this kind of reaction is typical, but once you follow behind him and make your presence known, his grandfather’s expression does a full one-eighty. 

“Oh,” he blinks. “Who’s this now? Yuji, don’t tell me… you finally managed to get yourself a girlfriend? Good going, kid. I didn’t know you had it in you.” 

Itadori blushes a bit, but his embarrassment dissolves once he lets out a sigh. “Cool it, old man. Don’t make me regret bringing her. This is [Name]. She’s my friend. You always seem so worried about me not spending enough time with other people, so I invited her to come, and she accepted. Make sure to be nice to her, okay?” 

“It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” you say, bowing your head. “I hope me being here isn’t an inconvenience.” 

“Itadori Wasuke,” his grandfather introduces. You watch as he sits up a bit straighter in his hospital bed. “Hm. Are you sure you’re not dating Yuji? You seem like you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. You’ve got manners, unlike this brat. Hey, Yuji. Don’t be stupid. You don’t want to lose a pretty girl like her to someone else.” 

Itadori rolls his eyes again. “It might be easier said than done, but try to ignore him. Sometimes I think he just says things because he likes hearing the sound of his own voice.” 

“See that?” Wasuke points. “Do you see how this ungrateful grandson of mine treats me?” 

You bite back a chuckle. Naturally, you’ve already gotten a glimpse of what their relationship is like, well before meeting either of them in person. Wasuke may have a sharp tongue, but it’s clear that he loves his grandson, and he wants him to have a good life. He wants him to be surrounded by people who care for him, and even though Itadori will face plenty of hardship in the future, the fact remains that he will have plenty of friends who are willing to stand by his side. 

“Itadori’s a really good guy,” you say, lacing your hands together and smiling. “Everyone likes him. He’s got a lot of other friends besides me. And I know he’ll make countless more friends from here on out.” 

You pause to gauge their reactions. Itadori is blinking at you, perhaps a bit flustered by your sudden declaration, and Wasuke’s expression hasn’t really changed much, but you notice that his eyes are a bit wider than they were a second ago. 

It’s awfully subtle, but for just a brief moment, a smile rises to Wasuke’s lips. 

“Is that so?” he chuckles. “Thank you for saying that, young lady. I’ll admit that it brings me some relief. I’m glad Yuji isn’t just wasting the best years of his life tending to a sickly old man like me. If he’s got friends like you who speak so highly of him… then I guess he must be doing something right.” 

“No way,” Itadori marvels. “Did you just compliment me, gramps?” 

“Don’t get used to it.” 

“Still! You actually said something kind of nice for a change!” 

“Alright, I take back everything I just said.” 

The two of them go back and forth like this for a while longer, and you’re perfectly content to just stand there and watch. It’d be nice if Wasuke could stick around longer. It’d be nice if Itadori didn’t have to lose the only family he has left. But without a doubt, Wasuke will live on in his heart, and you get the feeling that even when he passes, he’ll be watching over him for a long, long time. 

Wasuke clears his throat. “Seriously, though. If you don’t act fast enough, by the time you know it, [Name] will be dating someone else. Don’t live a life filled with regrets, kid.” 

“...gramps, come on.” 

Uh-oh.

You’re not an idiot, so of course, you know what this means. The wooden box he’s referring to is where Sukuna’s finger was being kept. Up until Itadori found it, that is. 

Which can only mean that soon—like, very soon—the main plotline will begin to unfold. 

You nervously chew on your lip. Truth to be told, you want absolutely nothing to do with that stinky finger. You already know that everything will be fine until the Occult Club members remove the seal, but still. The whole thing just freaks you out, and it’s way too scary to even fathom getting involved in. 

While you struggle to come up with a reasonable excuse, your phone buzzes again. 

Balls. He’s just too goddamn cute. It makes it downright impossible to turn him down. 

With a heavy sigh, you text him that you’re on your way, and you eventually get there, unsurprised to see him standing in front of the same storage box that Fushiguro was frantically searching at the start of the series. 

Itadori grins widely. “Thanks for coming! Here, check this out. Have you ever seen something like this before? It looks kind of supernatural, doesn’t it? I bet Sasaki and Iguchi would go crazy over this.”

He proceeds to hold up a small, visibly old wooden box, and you gulp as he opens it up to reveal the cursed object inside—one of Sukuna’s fingers.

Of course, he doesn’t have the slightest clue what it actually is. It’s completely wrapped up in the seal, making the object inside indiscernible. He probably wouldn’t be grinning ear-to-ear if he knew it was some wrinkly old finger. 

…then again, he swallowed said finger without even hesitating, so maybe he wouldn’t actually care that much. 

“Oh, c-cool,” you say, doing your best to mask your discomfort. “Yeah, it definitely gives off that occult vibe. I’m sure the other club members would like it a lot.” 

“I really wonder what it’s even supposed to be, though.” Itadori frowns as he picks up the sealed finger—much to your horror—and leans in closer to get a better look at it. “Yep, I honestly have no idea. You got any theories, [Name]?”

Without warning, he tosses the cursed object towards you, and out of pure reflex, you lurch forward to catch it. 

The second it falls into your hands, you experience a sense of dread that is almost too nauseating to put into words. 

It’s only for a moment, but the scene before your eyes changes. All of a sudden, you feel something wet sloshing around your feet, and you look down to find crimson liquid, red water, or perhaps—blood. 

You try to choke out a few words, but no sound escapes your lips. You’re understandably disoriented, so your gaze then pans upwards, and to say that you’re terror-struck would still have been an understatement. 

Right there, sitting on top of a pile of skeletons, is Sukuna.

It seems as though you’ve lost the ability to speak, but even if you could speak, you doubt you would have been able to find the right words. You’re too overwhelmed with fear to even think clearly, and right before you collapse onto your knees, just shy of a meltdown, Sukuna knits his brows together and leans forward.

“...who are you?”

You snap out of it with a gasp, only to find that you’re still standing in front of Itadori, who has a worried look on his face. 

“[Name]?” he frowns. “What’s wrong? You don’t look so good. Sorry, did I freak you out by tossing that thing at you? I probably shouldn’t have done that. I get why you’d be startled.” 

He crouches down to pick up the cursed object, which you apparently dropped to the ground without even realizing it. You place a hand over your chest, exhaling shakily. Your heart is pounding relentlessly, and you feel dizzy, like you might pass out at any given moment.

Just now… that was Sukuna’s Innate Domain, right? But how is that even possible? He hasn’t even been incarnated through Itadori yet…

You swallow hard. That finger is completely sealed. Even though the seal is old enough to be torn off by even a regular human—like Sasaki, for instance—Sukuna shouldn’t have appeared before you. Or at the very least, you shouldn’t have been able to see him. 

Maybe it was just a strange vision. Maybe the shock induced some kind of hallucination, or something. None of this makes any sense in the first place. The fact that you’ve been transported into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.

Itadori places the cursed object back inside the box, then tucks it into his pocket. “Sorry again for catching you off guard like that. Are you okay? You look a bit faint. That was my bad. You even mentioned before that you don’t really like scary stuff, so I should have thought twice before doing that.” 

“I’m okay,” you reassure, and it’s true. You feel perfectly fine now. That sensation of choking up and being overcome with fear is already a thing of the past. It seems more and more likely that it was probably all in your head. 

Yeah.

You must have just been imagining things. 

“Kokkuri, Kokkuri, please tell us… which creature is the school council president weaker than?!” 

Ah. So, it’s finally starting. 

The question is all too familiar, of course, and as you allow the coin to be guided around the board, the word formed is exactly what you expected. 

“What? A fish?” everyone laughs in response, and just like in the canon series, the door abruptly slides open, revealing none other than the student council president himself. 

He starts berating everyone in the room, of course, but you're not really paying attention. 

Instead, you gaze at Itadori with a wistful smile, realizing that after today, you will no longer be part of his life.

There's no place for you by his side. It's simply too dangerous, and even if you were strong enough, you can't risk upsetting the delicate balance of this world. Everything will unfold the way it's supposed to, which means that your role here, albeit small as it was, is over. 

…or is it?

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[penny-anna]

travelling home after christmas today

checking my tickets this morning to make sure everything is in order. realise i somehow booked a 2-stage journey with a change at Doncaster rather than a direct ticket.

aw fuck. :(

report this to my sister who suggests trains might not be running as usual. assure her that it's definitely my fault

arrive at station. my train is at 13:03. there is also a direct Edinburgh train at 13:00. longingly watch the direct train depart. :(

my train is somehow running 5 minutes late in spite of starting at King's Cross?? wym you're running late. you haven't been anywhere.

anyway this is a problem bcos i only have 11 minutes to change at Doncaster.

train also doesn't start boarding until maybe 2 minutes before scheduled departure. there are around 200 people trying to board. we are not leaving at 13:08.

finally leave at around quarter past. yeah i am not making this connection. i didn't have a seat reserved so no great loss.

notice that the app now says my connecting train is delayed due to 'overcrowding'. ehh i don't think i want to get that train anyway.

the connecting train isn't delayed enough for my to catch it. phew, i think, bullet dodged!!

the next train to Edinburgh arrives. it was also delayed leaving Kings Cross for the same unclear reasons as my original train. it's booked solid but the screen says there are seats available in coach C so off i go.

attempt to board the train. the vestibule is so full of people that im honestly not sure i can fit.

manage to fit. oh fuck. oh this is not a good train to be on.

various people are scouting out coach C in seach of seats and come back without. decide to make a trip myself as they were a couple and i'm a lone traveller so might have more success.

i have my big rucksack on + an extra bag so im just barging my way through there. there's people standing in the aisle. way unpassable.

return to the vestibule.

someone has left a very large buggy in the vestibule, unfolded, seemingly abandoned, unbelievably in the way.

someone suggests that we could fold the buggy. everyone agrees this is a good idea but no-one is the buggy's owner.

i ask if anyone knows who the buggy belongs to and someone points to a woman halfway down the carriage, beyond a bunch more standing people.

people are needing to get through to the bathroom. attempt to put myself on the other side of the buggy to clear a path. almost get stuck bcos w all my bags i am just so so large.

manage to get to the other side of the buggy and take off my backpack so i'm not taking up so much space. add my backpack to the luggage piled in front of the luggage rack.

someone returns from the adjoining vestibule with news of more space for luggage, suggests we move the buggy

collectively manage to get the buggy's owner over. she tells us she is travelling alone with 5 children. now feel kind of bad about being annoyed by the buggy.

buggy is too wide to go to the next vestibule without being folded. she say she can't fold it because it's got bags in it and there's nowhere to put the bags.

it's pointed out that she can put the bags in the other luggage rack where there is (apparently) more space. the buggy is removed and we all have space to actually move around.

my rucksack is at constant risk of fallling off the luggage pile and it's on the other side of the carriage door so not much i can do. another passenger is kindly keeping it in place for me.

also a problem w standing on long haul trains is that they are just not designed for it so there's nowhere to hold on and i almost fall into people several times.

okay we are coming up on York. maybe, i think optimistically, a bunch of people will get off at York (it's a big station) and things will improve

ohh god things do not improve

more people pile into the vestibule including a couple with a very large suitcase and a baby

suitcase has nowhere to go except the middle of the corridor. couple debate whether they should just get off the train and find alternative transport. woman says (reasonably) that she doesn't want to stand holding the baby for 3 hours to Edinburgh.

before they can come to a conclusion the train leaves

predictably the vestibule is now home to a crying baby

a man comes out of the coach w a bag from the buffet service. asks politely if he can get through so he can go back to his seat.

oh we are SO sorry but you are going to be here a while :(

manage to get my rucksack properly onto the luggage rack :)

after a while the man w the buffet car bag says that at the next station he's going to get off the train and back on at the next entrance in hope of getting back to his seat

we wish him godspeed. he gets off the train. never see him again. i hope he made it.

we are now not far from Durham. very large man w a very large bag comes through, smacks everyone with his bag, and then almost dislodges my backpack taking his suitcase out from underneath it

announces confidently which side the train doors will open on.

ok we have a shot here. on my previous recce i noticed a whole group of seats marked reserved to Durham. tell myself that i must act swiftly and decisively when we get to Durham.

by this point im having significant foot pains from too much train standing.

we arrive at Durham. the big group mentioned leaves and then a reshuffle commences

family of 5 kids mentioned previously (remember them??) are moving to take over the vacated table. observing events it looks like there's going to be 1 free seat left.

there's 2 people closer to the seat and i can't just barge past them BUT they are together. ask if one of them wants the seat.

they do not want the seat!!

move swiftly & decisively to take the seat.

it is covered and i mean covered in popcorn but i will take what i can get at this stage.

from beneath the seats me and some other helpul passengers retrieve a dropped pair of gloves, a hat and a toy Sonic the Hedgehog which we return to their owners.

finally sit.

take off coat put in eye drops begin drinking delicious 7up i've been carrying since kings cross etc.

at the next stop the person in the other seat leaves and am joined by another of the group from the vestibule. we sit and quietly read our books :3

[theoceansluvr]

Study Date Headcanons

warnings; none ! characters; percy jackson, jason grace, + leo valdez author's note; did i technically write a study date fic already ? yes. did i write it with my big 3 ? no !! also i wrote this during breaks on my AP psych assignments so it's a tad bit wonky.. T^T

PERCY JACKSON -

oh boy.. you guys rarely get any actual work done-

but it's very fun either way !

i feel like he has a self established award system so that for every problem he gets right, he gets a kiss..

which usually just ends in him asking super easy questions he already knows the answer to in order to get one.

"hey, the answer to #5 is y = 7.5 , right ?" "uhh.. yeah ? you've gone over that like five times-" "crazy ! i got the answer right though SOOO"

very ineffective method, but you still fall for it

in the scenario where you do get some work done, it's usually bc both of you procrastinated super hard

(we hate deadlines in his household !!)

anywho, lots of snacks too ! like blueberries, blue cookies his mom made, other various things to yer liking !

amazing with science for whatever reason ??? so go to him for help !!

i give him aaaaa 9.5/10 on the study date scale: only productive when necessary but worth it for the kisses !

JASON GRACE -

the most studious person on earth, literally has never missed a deadline !

except that one time but that's bc demigod stuff

has decent handwriting ??(he was raised by wolves okay :c) but enough that you can share notes with having to decipher anything

really good in english but simply bc latin influences on it

will study for like.. 3 hours straight without breaks so you have to grab him by the ear to relax and drink something other than cold coffee and flat red bull..

takes a crap ton of ap and honors classes it's unbelievable, so def the man to go to for anything !!

ermm classical music or pure silence, no in-between ! unless you play the music which is usually what happens

makes you tea/coffee before hand since it helps him focus so he just assumes it'll help you

not necessarily a study headcanon but if you share classes he ALWAYS partners up with you !

anyways, i got sidetracked 10/10 on the study date scale: very productive evening !

LEO VALDEZ -

MY BOYFRIEND EVER !!!

another ap and honors class taker so pls ask him for help in literally anything !

ESPECIALLY MATH 🗣️🗣️

probably takes like.. algebra 2 freshman year

anyways, not the most focused person but he gets his work done super fast despite that !

fast and correctly might i add, like it pisses teachers off when he talks on class and is like "oh i already finished !"

makes you dance with him during study breaks :3 doesn't matter how late it is or if yer in the library, yer dancing to whatever music is playing in the earbuds you guys are sharing

if he finishes his work early he either helps you or just.. stares at you longingly ?? very sappy

he also draws all over his notes so good luck trying to read them !

he gets an 12/10 on the study date scale: im bias + i hate math and would kill for this man to help me with it.. T^T

THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO FUN TO WRITE- might start doing more multiple character works tbh.. anyways !! hope you enjoyed loves🩷 also it was very tempting to put connor in here :(( kinda wish i did but i have work to do !!

[dekariosclan]

As a fellow galemancer i had to share that when your doing the spell scene with gale, when the narrator says the weave is making your one, i couldnt help but notice that he slowly blinks at you like a cat, since tara is technically part cat im sure they blink slow for affection so im not sure but Gale as a cat person slow blinking at you feels so cute, just some food for thought adore you blog as well have a great day

OP, you are absolutely brilliant. However, it seems somehow tumblr autocorrected ‘tressym’ to ‘cat’ in your ask, because as Gale and Tara would both insist, she is definitely NOT a cat, absolutely not, not even a smidge, she’s proudly 100% tressym and we would never want to insult her or get on her bad side by insinuating otherwise! Obviously that was a mistake on tumblrs end! nothing more!!

(…okay OP I think we are in the clear, that should smooth things over with Tara, just wanted to cover all our bases there 😂)

You raise a really interesting point—Gale, having been partially raised by a tressym, could absolutely have picked up a few tressym qualities and mannerisms! So let’s talk about that:

slightly 18+ / suggestive under the cut!

First off, to your point, Gale does the tressym slow blink to show affection. As if Gale’s soft cow eyes weren’t appealing enough, those slow, soft, affectionate blinks?? How could you resist:

Gale loves to touch you, hold your hand, have his hands on you, and of course massage you…except that his massages, while lovely, seem to be less ‘ease your muscle stress by applying firm pressure’ and more ‘making biscuits on your back.’ When you ask where he learned his technique, he says he’s self-taught and proudly adds ‘Tara approves of my form.’ (Doesn’t matter, you love it regardless.)

Gale longingly mentions his tower’s ‘crackling hearth’ several times throughout the game, and just like Tara, it’s one of his favorite places to be—ESPECIALLY if he’s curled up next to it with you. Now, whether you’re on his lap or he’s on yours? That’s entirely up to you. Though Tara might object if her favorite spot—Gale’s lap—is too frequently occupied >:(

Gale occasionally adds in a soft, loving head bump during a makeout session—gently, of course! (This one is canon IMHO as he does this during his ‘Grateful’ kiss variant seen here)

Speaking of making out, when Gale’s engine really gets revved he’ll move from those yearning moans to a low, steady rumble of desire from deep in his chest. A purr of arousal if you will—but one that can turn into a growl as he hungrily claws at your clothes, if your laces/buttons are not cooperating with his need for immediate removal.

It’s canon that Gale hates vegetables, full stop. After all, what self-respecting tressym craves broccoli? He’d much prefer to share a meal of quipperfish, pigeon, or beholder meat with Tara. A proper carnivorous meal, and preferably one that comes with some sort of cream-based delicacy for dessert. Also…are those peas on his plate? Carrots?! Instantly incinerated.

And finally, Tressyms are fastidious about their cleanliness—Tara herself can be seen diligently cleaning her paws during the epilogue—so of course Gale follows suit. He’s very vocal about being disgusted by the bloodbath you can get while in the mindflayer colony in Act 2, and he loathes being in the sewers of Baldur’s Gate. Gale prefers to be clean and preened at all times, not only for his own sense of pride, but also so he can be as presentable as possible for you. (As he himself put it, ‘A gentleman is only as handsome as his least-groomed locus.’). Now when it comes to your cleanliness, though, Gale would never criticize you for your, ah…sweaty, glistening muscles after a fight, OR your particular musk arising from said sweatiness and dirt. In fact he rather likes it, because the only thing better than being clean is the process of getting clean, which he will happily help you with! Perhaps a long, hot, luxurious bath, your naked bodies intertwined as he runs his hands and mouth a bar of soap over every inch of you. Or, perhaps, if bathwater is not available, he could go full tressym and simply lick you clean himself clean you up in a different manner! Who knows?? The possibilities are endless, and he does have a practiced tongue. 😉

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Thank you again for this lovely ask OP! I hope I painted an accurate picture of just how similar our beloved Gale is to a cat TRESSYM !!

As always if anyone has any additional points, please feel free to add them! 🐈🪽💜

[isagispuzzle]

congrats on 200!!! this is for ur event hehe

my favorite trope is just lots and lots of tension between ppl who clearly like each other AHHH ITS SO OMG

thank you and sorry for the wait!! building tension is still so difficult for me, so thank you for requesting this so i can push myself haha, hope you like it!! (also, it gets a little suggestive at the end. but what else would you expect with oliver)

oliver is not slick. he might think he is, given how many women he's easily won over, but when his teammates see their poor captain gazing longingly at their manager, they can only sigh.

it seems like the entire world but the two of you are aware of the feelings oliver and you harbour for each other, and to be frank, the u-20 team is absolutely sick of it.

ever since you joined them as their manager, they've stopped hearing about oliver's failed dates, and they've stopped catching oliver flirting with a new girl in the front rows after every one of their matches. instead, oliver has added a new line to his template interview responses, thanking their "dear manager" for the unwavering support, and he's added a new stop to his post-training journey, where he'll walk you home before he picks up his takeout dinner.

neru even overhears oliver asking you out for dinner once. you turned him down with a smile, citing you already had plans, and told him to go ahead with the rest of the team. neru chokes when you tell oliver not to ask someone out for dinner with such a smile on his face, because he'll give them the wrong idea.

(of course, oliver didn't invite the others to dinner after that.)

neru tells the others about this, and they're equally as frustrated and perplexed, because how could you be brushing off oliver's advances if you were into him too? beyond that, why was oliver hiding behind the excuse of a dinner instead of flat out asking you out on a date? did he not notice the way your feelings bled into the way you treated him, versus the rest?

of course, the team knows you try your best to be professional and fair. they have no complaints about your care for them, other than the sickly sweet smile you'd have on your face when you go up to oliver first after every game to tell him good job, or the way you lean into his space and hang off every last word he says, or the way your eyes always stick to him like magnets whenever he's in the room. maybe to add one last complaint, they can't stand how you don't realise oliver does all that back to you too.

the u-20 team, excluding oliver and you, gather for dinner that night and conspire. they put together their observations of the two of you and assert their theories on why you're still not together yet, despite the obvious spark and oliver's usual straightforwardness. it's a rather comical scene, the nine boys speculating and gossiping about their captain's love life with seriousness that easily measured up to their post-match debriefs.

they leave their dinner-turned-conspiracy-meeting satisfied with their conclusion that perhaps, you brush off oliver's advances as just a part of him because you know about his flirtatious tendencies, and perhaps, oliver is getting discouraged by your lack of reciprocity, which is why he doesn't push you as much as he normally would.

what they don't know is that your rejections have only made oliver more intrigued and mindful of your boundaries, things he hasn't cared much about in the past, and they have only made him more addicted to the chase. oliver knows he'll have to work doubly hard to make you look his way, not as a part of the u-20 team but as a man, so for now, he'll revel in your scent when he leans in to help you with your bags. for now, he'll savour the fleeting touches of your fingertips when you carefully tape his knee.

because once he breaks down your walls, he'll be able to do everything he's been dreaming of to you.

[morgana-larkin]

HMM,,, if i dare request an either chessy or melissa fic.. with... like them having a breast/lactation kink and when doing the deed- like praising reader and making them suck her tits ETC do whatever u feel is necessary with this if u even want to write it.... :) /// also inexperienced reader and/ or mommy kink....

Dare accepted! I also did a little surprise and did both of them! I don’t see Chessy as having a mommy kink though so I didn’t do that for her. So it’s quite long since I wrote about both and tried to make it as cute as possible. So good luck! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: you might have noticed that I added 2 other characters to my masterlist, adult Misty from yellowjackets and Moiraine Sedai from wheel of time. Send prompts for any character on my masterlist! I do it all, angst (with reluctance), fluff, smut, age gap.

Her Good Girl

Warnings: ok there’s a small list. Breast kink, mommy kink, praise kink, so much fluff, semi public smut, smut

Words: 6.9k (I have no regrets)

Melissa

“When are you gonna ask her out?” Barb says to Melissa one morning.

“Ask who out?” Melissa says, even though she knows exactly who Barb is talking about.

“She means y/n.” Janine pipes up and Melissa and Barb turn to the trio.

“Ya, I mean you guys are so flirty I’m surprised you aren’t already together.” Jacob says.

“It’s really obvious.” Gregory adds and Melissa turns back around and face Barb.

“What they said.” Barb says.

“I just, I’m not ready.” Melissa says. “Where is she anyway? She’s usually here by now.” Melissa adds as she sees the time.

20 minutes later they all get up to go greet their students and Melissa sees you’re still not here. They walk to their classrooms and then Melissa sees you coming in the front door in a hurry and your hair is wet.

“If you’re not gonna ask her out then at least put the heart eyes away.” Barb teases her as Melissa looks at you longingly and with soft eyes.

You end up catching up to them as you all make your way to your classrooms. “Hey you two.” You tell them.

“Hey hun.” Melissa says right away.

“Morning sweetheart.” Barb says after looking at Melissa with a smile and shake of her head.

“Running late this morning?” Melissa asks you.

“Ya, I forgot to set my alarm clock and woke up 40 minutes ago. Took the world’s fastest shower and didn’t have time to blow dry it.” You tell her. You then both say bye to Barb as you reach her class then you both continue on to yours.

“Well I think you still look good, wet hair or dry.” She tells you with a smile.

“Thanks.” You tell her. Unknown to you is where Melissa's mind is wandering right now seeing your hair wet. Things the two of you could do in the shower. Then Melissa takes a deep breath and tries to think of other things to calm herself as she feels herself getting wet between the legs and it’s not even 8am yet.

“Did you have a coffee?” She asks you and you shake your head.

“I’m gonna get a headache from the caffeine withdrawal until lunch.” You say with a pout.

“Well here, I still have half left. Take the rest of mine.” She tells you and hands you her mug.

“Oh no, that’s your coffee, you should have it. I’ll just power through until lunch.”

“Hun, I’m offering it to you. Just take it, I had enough for the morning.” She tells you.

“Are you sure?” You ask and she nods with a smile. “Alright, if you insist.” You say and you take her mug and take a sip. You hum at the taste of the caffeine and you smile.

“Do you want to go out with me?” She asks as you reach your classroom. You choke on the coffee and begin coughing. She pats and rubs your back until you stop.

“What?” You ask her, you didn’t know if you heard her right.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” She repeats and you smile at her.

“Yes, I’d love to.” You tell her and she beams.

“How does this Saturday sound?” She asks you.

“Sounds perfect.” You tell her and kiss her cheek, she blushes and touches the spot where you kissed her cheek and smiles.

*7 weeks later*

It’s Saturday night and you’re both cuddling on her couch, finishing the movie. The credits roll and you reluctantly pull away from her and stretch and yawn.

“I should probably get going.” You say and stand up.

“Alright hun. Will I see you tomorrow?” She asks you and you nod. She gets off the couch and goes to where you’re gathering your things near the door. You stand back up and you look at her. You lean in and give her a quick peck, then you give another and another. Then you keep your lips on hers and end up making out with her. At some point you end up moaning and she pulls away. “As much as I would love to keep kissing you, your moaning is gonna make me want more.” She tells you.

You told her you were a virgin 3 weeks ago when she asked you if you wanted to have sex and she told you to let her know when you were ready. You felt so lucky to have her, she was so patient and understanding with you. You leaned in and kissed her again and she pulled back after 2 seconds before it could continue. “I’ll see you tomorrow hun.” She tells you. You were about to put your shoes on when you looked at her again, her smiling at you and you realised, you’re ready now.

“Actually, I think I’d like to stay.” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow at you. “I’d like to stay and keep kissing you.” You tell her and walk towards her and put your hands on her stomach gently. She flinches and looks shocked and then you start moving them up, towards her chest. She stops your hands by grabbing your wrists and looks at you, still holding your wrists.

“Hun, what are you doing?” She asks you and you smile at her.

“I’m ready, and I want you right now.” You tell her and she still looks at you.

“Are you certain? Like 100% certain?” She tells you.

“Yes, I want you to be the one that takes my virginity Mel.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Then come to my bedroom.” She tells you and makes you go first. You walk upstairs and as soon as you make it to the top. She spins you around and kisses you, and then picks you up and places your legs around her waist. She carries you the rest of the way to her bedroom and she gently places you on the bed. She goes to close the door and then makes her way back to you.

You scoot up a little further on the bed and Melissa crawls on top of you and kisses your lips. She grabs the hem of your shirt and then pulls back to look at you and you nod. She takes your shirt off and she looks at you. “God you’re so beautiful.” She tells you and you bring her back to kissing you. She trails down to your neck and kisses your neck then begins sucking on it and you gasp and arch your back. Melissa sneaks her hand under you and unclips your bra. She takes it off with your help and she throws it somewhere on the ground. She switches to the other side of your neck and she cups both of your breasts in her hands and squeezes them. You moan at that and she smirks before trailing down again to your chest and places kisses all over your chest before placing her mouth around a nipple. You grab her hair when she places her mouth on a nipple as the feeling is heavenly.

“Omg Mel. That feels so good!” You tell her and she smirks, you don’t see it but you feel it. After a minute, she switches to the other nipple and you buck your hips. After another minute of her swirling her tongue around on your nipple and sucking it, she pulls away and moves down. She takes your pants off with little effort and she places her fingers on your underwear then looks at you for confirmation again. You nod your head and she slides your underwear off slowly, just enjoying seeing your whole body without anything on it, and she’s the only privileged one to ever see it, and that makes her happy. She rubs her hands up and down your legs and thighs, just feeling your entire body. She lies down to place her mouth on your clit when you speak up. “Wait.” You say and she stops immediately and looks at you. “I want to see you too. I’m completely bare here and you still have all your clothes on.” You tell her and she grins.

“I know, that’s how I like it. But don’t worry, you’ll see my body as well. After I pleasure you first.” She says with a wink and you blush. “Are you ready?” She asks you and you nod. She wastes no more time after that, she dives down to your clit and starts swirling her tongue on it and you moan out at the feeling and you grab her hair again. She then goes lower to your entrance and you gasp. “Oh Amore, you taste so good.” She tells you then sticks her tongue in your entrance and you gasp loudly. She takes her tongue out then immediately sticks it back in again and repeats for a couple minutes. She pulls back and you whine, “have you touched yourself before?” She asks you and you look at her.

“Only with a vibrator.” You tell her and her eyes shine at that.

“So you’ve never fingered yourself?” She asks and you shake your head. “Oh Amore, I feel so privileged.” She tells you and you blush. “I’m going to stick my finger in but if you want me to stop then let me know ok?” She asks and you nod. “It might hurt a bit at first but that’s because you’re not used to it.” She says and you nod again. She starts playing with your clit and you buck your hips and she lined her middle finger up with your entrance and she slowly inserts it. You gasp out when she’s entering and then when it’s in all the way, you moan. It does hurt a bit but she stays there until you nod at her to tell her the pain stopped. She slowly slides it back out then slides it right back in again and you begin to moan again.

“Can you go faster?” You tell her and she smiles and speeds up. You gasp and grab her hair. While she’s still fingering you, she leans down to you and kisses your lips. Her thumb goes to your clit and you gasp in her mouth and she slides her tongue in and you moan. She slows down and slides a second finger in and you arch your back and gasp in the kiss again. You feel you're close to coming and your legs start to shake and Melissa notices.

“Oh baby, are you close?” She asks you and you nod. “Do you want to cum for mommy?” She asks and you don’t even flinch at the nickname she gives herself, in fact it turns you on even more.

“Yes I want to cum for you mommy.” You say and she grins.

“Then cum for me baby.” She tells you and you come immediately. Melissa slows her fingers down and gently pulls them out. You take a minute to catch your breath and Melissa comes back in with a cloth. When did she leave? She gently wipes your centre then looks at you with a smile. “How was that?” She asks you.

“Fucking incredible!” You tell her and she beams. She comes up to you and cuddles you. After about 10 seconds you go and straddle her lap.

“Something you want Amore?” She tells you with a quirked eyebrow.

“I want you.” You tell her.

“You just had me.” She teases you.

“I want to see your body and touch it and make you feel good too.” You tell her.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, the first time might be a bit overwhelming.” She tells you and strokes your cheek with the same hand she used to finger you. You grab her hand and stick the 2 fingers she used in your mouth and lick them. She looks at you with so much lust in that moment, you think she might fuck you again. You moan around her fingers and she rubs her legs together. You remove her fingers from your mouth and you reach for her shirt and she nods before you take it off. You look at her stomach and chest and you have to wipe some drool off that slipped out and she giggles. You reach in the back and unclip her bra and you practically ripped it off. Once it’s off, you freeze and stare at her breasts. They’re so big and so soft looking, they’re irresistible, they’re perfect. “Go on and touch them if you want. I like it when people touch them and suck on them. It’s a kink of mine.” She tells you and you immediately cup both of them and then attach your mouth around a nipple and she moans. “Yes baby, just like that.” She tells you and you begin sucking on it and she grabs your hair. “Yes that’s it, suck mommy’s tit.” She says and you moan which makes her buck her hips due to the vibration on her nipple.

She practically traps your head there since she’s holding your hair but you don’t care, you feel like you can spend all day just licking and sucking her nipples.

“Baby, can you be a good girl and suck mommy’s other tit?” She asks you and you immediately pull back and attach your mouth on the other one and start sucking. “Good girl.” She says and you moan. She sees that you like getting praised, she thinks you might have a praise kink. You take her pants and underwear off after you pull back and you look at her completely naked and you blush. “Does my baby like what she sees? Do you like mommy’s body?” She asks as she strokes your cheek.

“Yes mommy, I love your body.” You tell her and she smiles.

“How about you stick your cute little fingers in me and put that amazing mouth of yours back on my nipples? How does that sound?” She asks you.

“I like it.” You tell her and you go to stick your fingers in and realise you have no idea where to put them. Melissa notices this and she guides your fingers to her entrance and you stick a finger in and she moans.

“That’s it baby, put another one in, don’t be shy.” She tells you and you stick another one in and you start sliding in and out of her. You think that she feels amazing around your fingers and you don’t want to ever pull out. She then leans down so her boobs are in mouths reach and you wrap your mouth around a nipple and you start sucking. Melissa starts moaning like crazy and it turns you on and you rub your thighs together. Melissa notices the action and looks at you with a smirk. “Oh, does my baby like the noises that mommy makes for her?” She asks you and you nod. “If you like I can fuck you with a strap after.” She tells you and you nod.

You go and suck on the other nipple and Melissa continues moaning and she is now riding your fingers while you continue to slide in and out of her, matching her rhythm. She grabs your hair and she starts shaking and you look up at her face while still sucking on her nipple.

“That’s it baby, I’m so close, rub my clit.” She commands and you obey. You bring your other hand in between her legs and you find her clit and start rubbing it. Seconds after she comes with a high pitched gasp. She takes your fingers out of her and puts them in her mouth and licks them clean. She moans when she’s licking the taste of herself off your fingers while looking at you. She smirks then gets off the bed and heads to her closet.

“Wait! Where are you going?” You ask her and she turns around.

“Don’t worry, just to my closet. I made you a promise didn’t I?” She says and you look confused. Did she? You can’t remember. She then pulls out a strap and puts it on and that’s when you remember. She walks towards you with it on and you wonder how she can look breathtaking no matter what. She climbs on top of you and puts her hands all over your stomach and chest. “So beautiful, and all mine.” She says softly and you moan. “Do you like being mine baby?” She asks you and you’re back to only being able to nod as you can’t find your voice. She wants to get you more wet to not hurt you as you only ever had a finger in you before and that was 10 minutes ago. She grabbed her smallest dildo but she wants to be cautious. She then remembers that you might have a praise kink, so she experiments with that. “Well, you don’t have to worry baby, you are mine, you’re my good girl.” She tells you and you feel all the wetness from your mouth shoot to your core at her praises. She checks your entrance and sure enough, you’re wet enough now. She lines the strap up and looks at you. “This might hurt a bit baby, but if it hurts too much then tell me straight away ok?” She says and you nod.

She then starts to slide in the tip and you feel it start to fill you. She slides more in and you feel yourself stretch to accommodate it. It does start to hurt a bit but not to the point of being painful, especially if it’s also mixed with pleasure. She slides in fully and you gasp.

“You ok baby?” She asks you, voice full of concern. It takes you a few seconds but then you look at her and nod. “Do you still feel a bit of pain?” You nod at that and she stays still, she does move a bit but only to kiss you. You start to relax and then you notice the pain disappeared and only pleasure remains and you start to squirm. Melissa feels you squirm and looks at you. “Am I correct to assume you want me to start moving?” She says and you nod. She smiles at you then starts sliding in and out of you.

You start gasping and moaning as you feel it slide out then immediately fill you back up. You look at her and of course it’s a goddess that’s making you feel this and you pull her head down and kiss her. Melissa is taken by surprise by it but isn’t complaining, she likes that you get a sudden urges to kiss her, it makes her feel wanted. She smiles into the kiss while she’s sliding in and out of you, then moves a hand down to rub your clit. You gasp into the kiss at the intense pleasure you’re feeling. With her lips kissing yours, her boobs squashed on your body, her finger rubbing your clit and the dildo sliding in and out of you at a fast pace. All that together makes you come fast and strong.

She slides out of you and removes the strap. She goes to get a cloth and cleans you up. You yelp at first due to sensitivity but she makes sure to be as careful as possible and then cleans herself up. She lays down next to you and you immediately seek her body out for comfort and she doesn’t hesitate to hold her arms out and bring you close to her, with your head on her chest.

“Do you like that hon?” She asks you once your body has stopped shaking.

“Ya I did.” You tell her with a huge smile. “Did you?”

“Ya, I loved it.” She says and you yawn. “Get some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” She tells you.

“You promise?” You ask her.

“I promise.” She says and you get more comfortable and immediately fall asleep, Melissa stroking your head and finally feeling like she’s where she’s meant to be. She falls asleep with a smile on her face.

Chessy

You catch Chessy's attention the first time you came over to the house. You knock on the door and Nick runs over to answer it. When you enter with him, Chessy is walking over to go get Hallie and Annie for lunch.

“Hey Chessy, I want you to meet my sister y/n.” He tells her and she gives him a look. She knew he had a younger sister but didn’t know there was such an age gap. You look to be 15 years younger.

“Hi nice to finally meet you.” She says and you look over at Nick then stick your hand out to shake hands with her.

“Hi, nice to meet you too. Nick has talked about all of you and wanted to finally meet his household.” You say. “Nick, I didn’t know you talked about me, I’m honoured.” You tell him and he chuckles.

“Forgive me for asking, but it seems like there’s a noticeable age gap between you too.” Chessy says and you both look at her and smile.

“Ya, 16 years, but we love each other regardless.” Nick says and puts a hand around your shoulders and you giggle.

“Wow, quite a difference. Anyway, lunch is ready, and Nick mentioned you’d be coming over so there’s enough for you to have some as well.” She says and you smile at her.

“Thank you so much!” You tell her and she blushes. She then scurries away quickly to go get the twins. Nick looked at the interaction with interest. He knows that Chessy is interested in both genders and he knows that you’re interested in women, a bit older women too. You mentioned your type to him before and now that he thinks about it, Chessy fits it perfectly. He decides not to say anything as he’s finally getting to reconnect with you in person again after not having seen you for a few years.

A month goes by and since you recently moved to California to get to know Nick’s family more, you lived in an apartment building about half an hour drive away. You mentioned it to Nick when he says you could drop by more instead of a few times a month. You told him that it’s a lot of gas and you got an apartment to pay for and not a great paying job. He then offered to let you move into the house, rent free and after a little insisting and Chessy telling you that it’s a great idea, you accept.

A couple months go by and you and Chessy spend a lot of time together. The twins notice it and also notices the looks you give each other and of course one of them brings it up and embarrasses both of you.

“Are you guys dating?” Hallie asks you both and Chessy’s cheeks turn red and you choke on your juice as you were taking a sip and start coughing. Chessy immediately goes and gives you a few pats and rubs your back to help with the coughs.

“Hal, why would you think we’re dating?” She asks her and the twins look at each other.

“You mean you’re not?” Annie asks and you and Chessy both shake your heads.

“But you spend a lot of time together, you keep giving each other looks that our parents give each other and you’re constantly being touchy.” Hallie explains and you both look at the twins then you look at each other.

“Ok get out of here you trouble makers.” Chessy says and shoos them away. She then turns back to you when they leave. “Hey I’m sorry abo-hm.” she starts but is cut off by your lips on hers.

And that was the start of many kisses and a relationship.

3 months pass and it’s the summertime and Chessy planned a date with you after Nick gave her time off for it, not knowing you and Chessy are dating.

Chessy brings you horseback riding, you take one horse though and she brings you a good distance away from the house. It’s about a 15-20 minute ride. She then gets off and helps you get down and then ties the horse to a tree then sets up a blanket on the ground.

“Did you take me on a picnic date?” You ask her and wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her shoulder blade.

“Ya, is that ok?” She asks, concerned you might not like it.

“Yes, I love it.” You tell her and she turns around in your arms. You both are the same height so she easily kisses your lips and wraps her arms around your neck.

“You know what I love?” She tells you and you look at her curious, you haven’t said the L word yet, but you know you both love each other.

“What?” You ask.

“You” she says and you smile.

“Well I love you too.” You tell her and she smiles and kisses you again.

You both have a great picnic date as she made both your favourite finger foods and you dive into great conversation.

At one point you feed her a piece of fruit and the juice runs down to your arm a bit and she goes and licks it up right away. You let out a small moan and you jump at her and crash your lips together.

“Woah.” Chessy says and it takes her by surprise, so while she still is able to put her hands on your hips, she still falls back on her back, with you on top of her.

When you pull back, you both stare at each other and Chessy smiles up at you. “Hi beautiful.” She tells you and you blush.

“Hi, sorry about that.” You say at bit embarrassed.

“Hey, don’t be sorry. I liked the surprise.” She tells you and moves some of your hair behind you that’s blocking your face. You look at her and you see the care she has for you and it overwhelms you and warms your heart. You knew she cares about you and you always blushed when she did things for you as you weren’t used to it from a partner.

Chessy knew your past relationships weren’t the best and didn’t last long as you told her about them. When you told her then she wanted to show you how a partner should treat you, with respect and love. She let you set the pace as she doesn’t want to push or pressure you, you told her that you came close to having sex once with a partner but then backed out as it didn’t feel right.

You kiss her again and neither of you pull back. Chessy knows she should pull back now as she’s getting turned on with your body on her like this and you’re making out with her. She doesn’t pull back and accidentally lets a moan slip out and her cheeks go red as you pull back.

“Do you want to have sex?” You ask her confused and Chessy is wondering how you don’t know how you effect her.

“Yes, I have for about 2 months.” She tells you. “But I’m letting you decide when you’re ready and I don’t want to pressure you.” She tells you honestly and you look at her with such love.

You cup her cheek and she leans into your touch. “How did I get so lucky with you?” You say and she hums.

“I feel like I’m the lucky one.” She says. You suddenly look around and you see there’s no one around and then you take your dress off. Chessy looks at you and cheeks go red as a tomato. “What are you doing?” She asks and you smile. You know she won’t do anything unless you tell her you’re ready but you decide to tease her first.

“What you don’t like what you see?” You ask her and you drop your smile, to play the act.

“What? Of course I do, but hon, I don’t think you realise the effect you have on me.” She says and she accidentally moves her hips a bit and rubs her thighs together.

“Well what if I told you I want you to touch me?” You tell her with a lower voice and lean down and scoot down a little bit and push her shirt up enough to see skin. You then lean down more and trail kisses up her stomach.

“Hon, I-”

“I want you to touch me, all. over.” You punctuate at the end and you slide your hands under her shirt and they land on her bra before she grabs your wrists and pulls them out of her shirt. You could tell she’s almost at a breaking point and you push a little further. You lean down and suck on her neck and she gasps. She lets go of your wrists and pulls your head back.

“Hon, please I-” she then freezes when you unclip your bra and take it off.

“Do you wanna touch them?” You ask her and she lets out a whine. “Go on then, I want you Chessy.” And at that she snaps. She flips you both over so she’s on top and she dives right to a nipple and starts sucking. You gasp and moan as she puts that experienced mouth on you and finds out quickly what you like. You take the blue sweater off of her and Chessy takes her top off quickly. She then goes to your neck and leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest. “You know my brother will find out as soon as we get back home” you tell her and she smirks.

“He’ll be happy to know you’re being taken cared of.” She says and rubs her hands up your body, starting at your hips. You grab her head and pull her down to kiss you and you unclip her bra and throw it somewhere. You then undo the button on her pants and pull them down. They don’t go far as you both refuse to break the kiss and you move your legs to try and pull them down. It was rather unsuccessful but it did give her a great opportunity since her legs are now right in between yours. She breaks away from the kiss with a laugh at your attempt and kicks them off. “I know you teased me to see how far you could go before I break and believe me, you’ll pay for it next time, but for now, since this is your first time, I want you to enjoy this.” She tells you and in retrospect you probably should have listened but you couldn’t with her boobs right in your face.

You sit up and immediately put a nipple in your mouth while cupping it with your hand and your other hand around her waist to help keep yourself up. You hum as you suck on it and can’t believe how many times you imagined them and how they would feel and taste, and now you know.

“Do you like them honey? Do you like sucking on them?” She asks when she heard you hum. You nod as your mouth is occupied at the moment and she grabs your head. “Suck on them all you want, baby. Your mouth feels so good on them.” She says and when you give a rather hard suck on them, her mouth hangs open, lost in the pleasure. You spend a good few minutes just enjoying her breasts, licking and sucking on them and enjoying the noises she’s making.

While Chessy is used to her breasts getting attention, she’s not used to this much, and she’s loving it. The men she’s dated as only ever paid like 30 seconds on them and when right to her pussy, the women usually about a minute before right to her pussy. And while she knows you’re both soaking wet right now, she can’t help but feel how good it is to have this much attention on them, it’s a kink she never knew she had.

“Oh my good girl, you’re just in love with sucking on them aren’t you?” She says when you pull away.

“Yes, I just love how big they are. I feel like I can suck on the whole thing.” You tell her and she stops you before you do. She’ll let you next time but for now, she wants this to move along. If you’re anywhere she is right now then you’re soaking wet in between your legs.

“Woah there, baby. You can next time but right now, I’ve been wondering how you taste.” She says and you smile.

“Can I sit on your face?” You suddenly ask as she takes your underwear off.

“What?” She asks. Your question caught her off guard, she knows she’ll accept, she wants to taste you and doesn’t matter to her who’s on their back.

“I heard about face sitting and was curious and want to try it.” You ask and she smiles.

“Of course.” She says to you and you get up while she gets on her back. You go up to her face and you align your entrance with her mouth and then lower yourself on her. The first lick she does and you both moan. She thinks you taste amazing and you think it felt really good and you both want more.

She starts licking all over your entrance and eventually sticks her tongue in and starts sliding in and out of you. You gasp and fall forward but she catches you and keeps you up by holding your waist. You end up bucking your hips and grab and yank her hair by accident as the pleasure is just so good. You feel bad for pulling her hand but she just moans and you think that either she didn’t mind or she liked it. You try again and she moaned again and realised that she likes her hair being pulled. She lifts you up a bit to speak. “You can do whatever you want to me, baby.” She says and then brings you back down on her mouth. Only this time she goes to your clit and you really start bucking your hips. You think that grabbing her hair isn’t enough so you put your hands back and grab her nipples. You squeeze them and she moans which vibrates on your clit and you let out a hitch pitch gasp as it took you by surprise and it felt good. You keep squeezing them as her moaning brings you more pleasure and before you know it, you’re close.

“Oh Chessy, I’m so close.” And she gives you a thumbs up to tell you to let go and cum. You do immediately after and Chessy licks it all up. You then get off of her and collapse next to her.

“Did that take a lot of you, baby?” She asks when she sees you spread out like a starfish and breathing hard, and you just nod. She just scoots up next to you and puts a hand over your chest. You turn to face her and kiss her lips, moaning when you taste yourself on her and that gives you a wave of energy. You take her underwear off and then go back wrapped up in her arms. While Chessy thinks you took them off to be able to feel her body on yours to calm down, you actually took them off to finger her. You bring her leg and put it over yours, then you bring a hand down in between her legs and immediately slide a finger in her entrance. She immediately bucks her hips, gasps and brings a hand to your arm, and mouth wide open. She hasn’t had anything in her in a few years and it feels so good. You add another one and slide them in and out of her slowly at first. “Baby, can you go faster?” She begs and you smile.

“I thought you said I could do whatever I want to you?” You tell her and she whines. Fuck sakes, she did say that.

“Didn’t think you’d make me regret saying it.” She jokes with you between gasps. You take pity on her as she made you feel really good and you want to do that for her. You go much faster and she hangs her mouth open again and gasps like crazy. “Oh god, yes baby, that feels so good.” She says and you risk it and add a third finger in her and she falls back on her back, overcome with pleasure. You put your other hand on her clit and rub it while you lean down and suck her nipple. She ends up leaning on her forearms with her legs spread wide open for you and she starts shaking. “Oh god, oh god baby, I’m so fucking close.” She says and you go and suck her other nipple. She comes immediately as you start sucking. You pull out of her and put your fingers in your mouth and lick them. She looks at you as you do that and as soon as you moan at the taste of her, she pounces at you and you end up on your back and her on top.

She wastes no time in kissing you and immediately sticks two fingers in you and you moan into the kiss. She curls her fingers in you while fingering you and you see stars and have to shut your eyes. She puts her thumb on your clit and rubs in a circular motion and you do a huge gasp and start shaking.

“Let go baby, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” She tells you and you immediately come. She pulls out of you then licks her fingers. She didn’t bring any cloths so the blanket will have to do, and cleans you both up. She the lays down next to you to help you both calm down with skin to skin.

“Hmm, I really enjoyed that.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Well I’m glad. Cause I really enjoyed it too.” She tells you and you smile. You end up getting dressed, packing everything up and get back on the horse after about 20 minutes of cuddling and you head back.

On the way back you get in a little teasing mood and you slip your hand under her shirt to cup her boob and rub her clit through her pants and underwear.

“What are you doing, baby?” She says and makes no attempt to stop you even though she could.

“Teasing you.” You simply say.

“Baby, if you keep at it then I’ll stop this horse and take you against the nearest tree.” She tells you. And you pull away from her clit but you put both your hands on her boobs after unclipping her bra.

“I just love these.” You say and she hums and leans back a bit, leaning into your touch. You both make it back to the house, Chessy nearly took you against a tree twice, and you end up clipping her bra back on. She brings the horse to the stable, she gets off then she helps you off. Once you land on the ground though, you wrap a leg around her waist and kiss her. She picks you up and brings you up against the stable wall and continues kissing you.

“Oh my god! Not what a brother wants to see!” You hear and you both pull back and see Nick there covering his eyes with a hand. Chessy puts you down and goes to put the horse away properly and give him something to eat.

“Sorry Nick.” You tell him and then laugh.

“Ya, sorry boss.” Chessy says and walks up behind you, wraps her arms around your waist and places her head on your shoulder.

“I had a feeling you two were together but I did not want to find out that way.” He complains and you and Chessy giggle. “Are those hickeys on your necks?” He says then looks to the horse and the fact you were gone for 3 hours. “Oh my god, on second thought don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. But Chessy, she is my little sister, so if you hurt her then I will fire you.” He tells her and points a finger at her.

“Well I guess it’s good that I have no plans to hurt her.” She says and gives your shoulder a kiss.

“And y/n, even though you’re my sister, Chessy has been with us for many years, so hurt her and you’ll have to deal with me.” He tells you and you turn to Chessy.

“Well I guess I’m stuck with you then.” You tell her with a huge smile. She responds to that with a hard kiss to your cheek and tickles your stomach and you giggle. You break out of her embrace and run away from her tickles and she runs after you, both of you laughing. Nick watches you run both away and shakes his head with a smile. “Such dorks.” He says out loud.

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10:36 a.m - a time called you

pairings: popular!yeonjun x outcast!f.reader

warnings: angst, oc has a lot of family issues, oc is kinda inspired by maeve from sex ed, further parts may have more warnings, featuring taehyun, soobin, jin(bts) and ryujin(itzy), taehyun soobin ryujin and yeonjun are the same age in this fic :)

read pt. 2 : here

genre: romance, friendship, high school au

word count: 2.9k

a/n: idk if anyone on here remembers me 😭 but i used to be beomiecharms… umm i thought of reuploading a couple of my old fics because i just missed writing a lot and i couldn’t just leave without ending this series 😭 hope you enjoy! : send in an ask or leave a comment and i’ll add/remove you :)

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“So have you decided on who to ask for prom yet?”

Yeonjun sighs at Soobin’s question.

“You still haven’t decided ?!” Soobin gasps “Dude you can get any girl you want why haven’t you asked anyone ?”

“I don’t know” Yeonjun answers, he knows but he doesn’t wish to say it out loud, knowing the others won’t let him hear the end of it.

“Ahhh it’s because of her isn’t it?” Taehyun asks.

Sometimes Yeonjun wished Taehyun weren’t so clever.

“Who? Who is she?” Soobin asks poking his shoulder and Yeonjun looks down at his food.

“You know the one, his Chem lab partner” Taehyun tells Soobin.

“Y/N?” Soobin laughs out. “What’s wrong with her? Why don’t you ask her then?”

“She doesn’t even talk to me how the fuck am I supposed to ask her to prom? And I’m not even interested in her like that, I just find her interesting” Yeonjun mutters.

“Oh please, I sit behind you in that class I see the way you look at her” Taehyun says.

“She is friendly enough to me. I have Bio with her. A little quiet and kind of standoffish but she helps me out whenever I’m in trouble” Soobin’s says thinking about his time with you.

“Congrats dude” Yeonjun sighs and looks over at you. “I once bumped her shoulder accidentally and I thought she might burn me down with the look she gave me”

Soobin and Taehyun try to hold back their laughter as Yeonjun longingly looks over at your table. You sit with Ryujin, frowning down at whatever Ryujin was telling you.

Maybe because you feel his gaze on you, you suddenly look at his direction and Yeonjun immediately looks away. He can tell he is blushing and he hates himself for the effect you have on him.

Even he couldn’t understand why he was so taken by you. You barely even looked at him and that’s not how things usually worked for Yeonjun. He is used to people liking him easily without even trying for it. You feel like a challenge to him and he hates it but also he doesn’t wish for the thrill to go away.

“Who knows maybe I will end up going to prom with her” Yeonjun says out loud.

-.-

You sit on your stool waiting for the teacher to come in. You had to work at Jin’s Diner today and to be honest you were looking forward to it. It was payday today and Jin always gave you a little extra cash, calling it bonuses. You knew it was mostly out of pity, but you were not proud enough to say no to it.

The guy sitting next to you keeps fidgeting in his place and you feel your patience thinning. You wouldn’t be sharing lab with Yeonjun if it wasn’t for Ryujin and her giant crush on Karina.

“Y/N, darling of my life, pleasee I’ll do anything for you” she had told you to get you to change lab partners with her.

A loud snap brings you out of your thoughts and you look over to see Yeonjun holding his goggles with a broken strap.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Taehyun laughs out behind you. “Fuck what am I going to do?” Yeonjun starts panicking.

You sigh to yourself again and pretend like you can’t see him. Maybe that will solve your problems. You look down at your notes when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You knew this was coming. Sooner or later you had to engage with him. You had hoped that your cold front would keep him away for as long as possible. Guess it’s coming to an end today.

You look up at him and see his helpless eyes and your heart softens ever so slightly.

“Do you have a spare? Please? I don’t want to get thrown out of here” Yeonjun pleads with you.

Mr. Jung was the meanest teacher out of all in the faculty and gave detention even for the smallest errors and you felt a little sorry for Yeonjun.

“I don’t have a spare” you tell him, possibly the first words that has passed between you two.

“Oh” he looks down at his hands onto his broken goggles.

You contemplate for a minute before taking them out of his hands and Yeonjun looks at you surprised.

You take the safety pin you carry with you for emergencies and deftly pin the broken strap against the gap with the lens. Broken things weren’t new to you. “Bob the fixer” Ryujin used to call you.

“Try it on” you tell him handing it over to him and he starts fidgeting with the strap again. You feel a surge of irritation and take it out of his hands again, putting it over his eyes and fixing it around his head. Yeonjun looks down at you with wide eyes and you almost laugh out at how comical he looks.

“Don’t you dare take it off before the class ends” you tell him.

“Yes ma’am” he whispers at you. “Thank you”

You sit down on your stool again just in time to see your teacher walking in.

-.-

The buzzing lasted all throughout the class. It had started the moment you talked to him and only slightly lessened when you left your seat after the class ended.

He knew he looked a little ridiculous with his goggles on his face even during parts in which he wasn’t required to wear googles but he was terrified of it snapping again and earning his detention. He had to play today evening.

Thankfully Mr.Jung was in a good mood today so he didn’t seem to mind that one of his students had kept their googles on throughout the class.

Yeonjun gingerly takes of the goggles and looks down at your pin smiling at it.

“Aren’t you coming?” Taehyun asks nudging his shoulder.

“Yeah” Yeonjun grins at Taehyun who rolls his eyes.

-.-

“You make it sound as though she made out with you” Soobin mutters. “She just helped you out with your goggles, something a lab partner usually does”

“But she is not a usual lab partner now is she?” Yeonjun replies. Nobody could take this away from him.

“She is to me” Soobin reminds him.

“Stop it. Let him have his moment now” Taehyun reprimands Soobin.

They were sitting around in the stands after playing basketball. Yeonjun had played really well today and felt proud of himself.

“She is warming up to me, I can feel it” Yeonjun tells mostly to himself and smiles.

Soobin and Taehyun look at each other and sighs. If being deluded helped Yeonjun play better then they were not going to be the one’s to break it to him.

-.-

“Jin, this is too much, I can’t accept this” you tell him. In addition to your wages Jin had given you a bonus of thirty dollars and around four containers of food. He had made sure to hand it over to you only after the other employees had left. You were one of the youngest out of all of them and they usually had a soft spot for you which you knew would disappear if they came to know of Jin’s partiality.

“Ah just take it. It’s because you work harder than anyone else here” Jin insists pushing the containers onto your hands. In his eyes you were still the kid who had stood defiantly in front of his Diner asking for a job.

He had all the staffs he needed but looking at the hunger evident in your frame and the determination in your eyes, he didn’t feel like saying no to you. He also considered you his luck, because after taking you in, the Diner had prospered with customers and travellers coming in from different parts of the city.

“You know that’s a lie” you mutter at him.

“Just take it already, you can pay me back by working this weekend alright” Jin tells you.

“Why? What happened to Beomgyu?” You ask him curiously.

“He is going back to his hometown, hasn’t visited his parents in over six months now” Jin tells you.

You consider this. One weekend wouldn’t cover the help he has given you but you knew Jin wouldn’t let you work anymore than you already do.

“Okay” you tell him softly and Jin grins at you, ruffling your hair.

“Have you heard from her yet?” Jin asks you cautiously and your mood sours immediately.

“No” and that’s all you say before thanking him again and taking two containers in each hand and walking out of the Diner.

Jin watches your retreating form feeling sad for you. You hold yourself like nothing could ever get to you but at the end of the day you were just a kid, alone in the world.

-.-

Yeonjun pushes the candy bar towards you during class and you look up at him.

“For yesterday” he says smiling at you.

You regard him with a neutral expression. His new goggles hang around his neck and his fingers fidget against his legs as he looks at you nervously.

“It was not a big deal” you say picking up the candy bar and putting it in your pocket.

Yeonjun smiles at you again and you look down back at your notes.

“Hey um could you, you know maybe lent me your English notes?” Yeonjun asks you again. It had taken him a lot of courage to bring this up to you. He really needed to improve his grade in English and you were one of the best students in that class. Also, it would give him more of an opportunity to talk to you.

“Why? You can ask your friends” you reply curtly. You didn’t know what about him made ticked you off but something about the way he sauntered around like he owned the place irked you. Having confidence was one thing but he acted like he was above everyone else.

“Uh… I heard you make really good notes I’m struggling quite a bit in that class and your notes could really help me out” Yeonjun tells you. “Please” he adds.

“What’s the point of having my notes if you don’t understand what’s happening in class?” You ask him.

“Uh…” he trails off and Mr. Jung enters the classroom cutting off whatever Yeonjun was about to say.

-.-

The class had been extra brutal today. Mr. Jung asked many questions and you barely scrapped by. Ryujin received detention along with Karina and a few others. You looked at her and she grinned back at you and you fought back your smile. Love makes you crazy you think to yourself.

“So um I’ve thought about it and could you like maybe tutor me or something?” Yeonjun asks you.

You huff out a small laugh “And why would I do that?” Typical of him, assuming girls to jump at every chance to hang out with the famous Yeonjun.

“I could pay you for it” He tells you and you look at him. That has your attention.

Yeonjun seems motivated now “Yeah uh I can pay you for tutoring me”

“How much?” You ask him.

“Around twenty for an hour?” He tells you.

You bite your lip, thinking hard. It was a different matter now if money was involved but you couldn’t help but think that Yeonjun was hiding something from you. He could ask anyone else to tutor him and some of them might even do it for free so why you?

“Why me though?” You question walking out of class as Yeonjun falls into step beside you.

“Because you are the best in that class and I really need the help” he tells you.

You look over at him. He sounds sincere enough to you. You open your locker picking out books for your next class and Yeonjun leans against the other trying to catch your eyes.

“I’ll think about it” you tell him. This was way too sudden for you. You had barely one conversation with him and he wants you to tutor him ?

“Excellent” he grins at you as the bell rings signalling the end of your break.

-.-

“Having her tutor you is not the same as asking her to prom” Soobin tells Yeonjun.

“I know but I want her to know me better so that she would atleast consider the prospect before rejecting me without a second thought” Yeonjun huffs out.

They were hanging out at the cafeteria waiting for Taehyun to arrive and Yeonjun had told Soobin about his master plan.

“Besides I really need all the help i can get in English. I’m barely scrapping by” Yeonjun adds.

“I don’t think she is that dumb to not figure out you have something else on your mind” Soobin tells him.

“You make it sound as though I’m trying to get her to do drugs or something” Yeonjun replies growing irritated by Soobins pessimism. “And she hasn’t agreed, she told me she will think about it”

“Uhh I have a good/bad feeling about this” Soobin tells him.

-.-

“Y/N, just do it” Ryujin tells you. “He is willing to pay and you need the help” she adds not unkindly.

Ryujin is more of family to you than a friend. You had grown up together and while your other “friends” left you, when they grew older to realise your situation, Ryujin stuck by your side. She couldn’t care less about whether you were rich or popular or not and kind of accepted you and your situation like it was the most normal thing.

You sigh.

“Why me ? We barely even talk in class” You ask again for the hundredth time.

“Maybe because you are one of the top students in that class? Has that ever occurred to you?” Ryujin asks you.

“Uhuh… but i feel like he has some ulterior motive” you reply, still not convinced.

“If he does anything you can stop tutoring him” Ryujin shrugs her shoulders.

“Still… why me?” you ask again

“Godd Y/N, just take it or drop it. Geez” Ryujin finally explodes.

“Alright, alright I’m sorry” you tell her and Ryujin calms down.

-.-

It’s evening by the time you reach home, after work. You open the door to your home, well if it could be even called a home. It’s basically a studio with one bedroom in a small neighbourhood with a couple of other homes sitting right next to each other.

You take a look at your rations. Its running a little low on rice and oil but with Jin’s help you could survive. You have to save up for the winter if you wish to have the heater running at night.

Money was your main problem. The scholarship and government aid helped to pay for your school and your part time jobs and the allowance She sent made sure that you wouldn’t starve and the bills were paid. Still it was never enough for you to slow down and live like the rest of the kids at school, the worry of running out of it always in the back of your mind. College was another looming issue in your life.

Of course She played a big part in it but you rarely let yourself think of her. The pain was too much to handle. You wondered when she would make her next appearance.

You needed to take up the tutoring job. It would give you a small respite. Sighing, you lie down on your bed and something hard pokes you. Remembering Yeonjun’s candy bar, you take it out and take a bite out of it, the sweetness calming your body. Staring up at the ceiling your eyes land on the butterfly sticker she had put up for you when you were a child and you try to ease the pain that flares in your heart.

Mothers don’t just abandon their children.

-.-

The English test results were out. The teacher hands over your papers and you look over at Yeonjun. He holds up his paper and you can slightly make out the C on his paper. You look down at your A+, making up your mind.

“I’ll do it” you tell Yeonjun after class. “On Tuesdays and Thursdays, alright?”

“Yeah?” Yeonjun grins at you. “Thank you” he adds.

You nod your head before picking up your stuff and heading out to the hallway unaware of how happy Yeonjun is.

“Wait” Yeonjun calls out and you turn around to see him walk up to you.

“Where will we be studying?” He asks you.

You think for a minute. His house would be the reasonable option, but then there would be his parents and undoubtedly they’d ask you questions about your own. You’ve had enough of concerned adults in your life. They worry and fret initially and then grow tired of you after a while.

“My place” you tell him.

“Alright, but I don’t know where you live” he tells you.

“That’s not a problem. We will be going after class, you can come with me” you tell him.

“Okayy” he drawls out still smiling at you.

“Is that all?” You deadpan.

“Thank you” he tells you grabbing your hand and shaking it, taking you by surprise.

Across the hallway Soobin nearly dies from cringe watching his friends actions.

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🎧that’s the end of part 1, i hope you all liked this one and if you did please leave a like and reblog this fic it helps me out a lot xoxo🎧

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Give me siren scara or bratty mermaid scara hc pls. I'm begging you. I'm on the floor. I'm bashing my head on the wall.

HEY POOKIE<33 TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!

- A.N- I haven't been writing lately because my schools getting harder and I recently got an F in an exam so i have to study so the alpha scara isn't coming out soon so sorry my lovelies :(( I try to do my requests first, and then any other fanfic i started doing, but since fanfics take me a week or so to write, this one.... will be written in a headcanon format.. I'm not that experienced with writing a hc format so any criticism is appreciated, in a later time i might make a whole fanfic<33 (FUUCKKCKKKS I FORGOT TO WRITE HIM AS A BRAT ONEOMFMKOAKXKSK)

uhhmmmm i keep noticing i always write scara pining over reader which im not sure if its TOTTALLLYY in character, but writing him pinininy is cute so stfu🙏🙏🙏

Siren Scaramouche x partially deaf gn reader

Word count: 686 (short one..)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None!!

Pronouns: You/Yours, reader can be any gender (meant to be gender neutral!!)

Loving waves

Siren! Scaramouche who was known in the underwater world as the most majestic siren out of all.

His voice was such a lulling song so much so that anyone who gave him their listening ear couldn't help but be entranced.

And how shocked he was when he met a person he couldn't lure in.

He began to only think about them, at first planning on how to kill them because he wouldn't let someone he choose to lure in and kill survive, due to his ego, but that began to turn into a genuine interest a few weeks later.

Without thinking about it, Scaramouche had spent hours just staring at you, he wouldn't say it's admiring of course.

It has become a routine at this point, you'd go work outside, maybe take a walk and he'd just stare at you, gazing longingly at your features from afar.

The way you two met would be as if it was straight out of a fairy tale, he'd get caught up in a fishing web, and you'd be his knight in shining armor!!

Him, being a siren, is seen as a terrifying being, a coldblooded murderer, but to you he was such a majestic being, if you were more naive you'd think he was a God (in which case, he wouldn't complain!!)

Everyday since you had saved him, you started to visit him. You brought little trinkets from your home, and he brought you a few shells. (sometimes that is, if you're lucky!!) Might I add, the shells he gifted you were like no other. They range in colors and shapes, not even the most avid collecters saw the shells he had given you.

He enjoyed spending time with you, more than he thought he would. He has gotten used to being alone, so a daily presence in his life was something unusual.

He'd let you touch his tail, his face turning pink as you compliment him. Your fingers on his tail, lightly caressing his scales. He couldn't help but look away as you admired him. If anyone else had requested to touch his tail, he'd plan a new song just for them, ...let's ignore the fact he offered to let you touch his tail, that's an unimportant detail.

One of the things he loved, ahem... liked most about you is the gentleness your eyes hold. He has gotten so used to the trashing waves of hatred in the mankinds eyes, but to see one's with calming flowing water? He could and would get lost in that body of water, no hesitation, of course he wouldn't tell you that though!

He wanted to listeh to you all day, anyone who said his voice was enchanting has never heard yours. Although you sometimes slur your words, stutter and at times get too loud, he loves that about you.

At times he wished you were a siren too, how beautiful would you look under the waters light he wonders. How would your tail sway in the oceans, rivers and seas?

One time, you asked him whether or not he can sing without indangering someone, he had never thought about that. Well of course he's not gonna risk losing his only love to find out, but that's a story for another day.

A few things I can definitely see him doing is;

Giving you his scales! He could tell how you always admired his tail, your eyes glowing at how his tail would practically shine under the Suns light. One night, he'd pluck a scale out, later in the say give it to you, saying: "It had accidentally fallen out, here. Don't think for a second I pulled it out for you." All while looking away, trying to look as non-chalant as possible while.. panicking inside over your reaction.

This might seem cruel, but he'd sing to insects, without the intention of killing them, to see if he can sing to you without putting you in danger.

He'd look around the seas floor for hours to find a shell that you'd like!! (.. you like everything he gives you so that's... pointless..)

AND THAT'S ALL I HAVE ON SIREN SCARA!!! :DD I HOPE I SATISFIED YOUR REQUEST POOKIE!!! (hope i did the hc format right..............

[sparkpup-likes-drawing]

Six sentence sunday

Well uhhh I didn't know what this was but I looked it up and thanks for the tag @snow-tempest!!!

Uhmmmm tagging @thequeenoffish @bloodyfries and @ghost-kings-court-jester hehe~

"And it looks like that plot has come back; only now, you get to nurse Luo Binghe back to health instead. Think about it this way, Cucumber-Bro: a lot of the girls on the Green JJ website are obsessed with this 'taking care of a sick partner' trope, so just think of it like a popularity boost." (From a WIP BingQiu sickfic I have titled "In Sickness and in Health")

After finishing his prayer, he opened his eyes, gazing longingly at the painting for a little while longer before heading out the door, closing it softly behind him. As he descended from Mount Taicang, the sounds of bells could be heard, ringing out from each step he took. (From an AU fic I'm writing where XL has to wait for Hua Cheng's return for 800 years, currently untitled because I can't think of a name lmao)

"It..." Wuming said after a while. "It's just... I never even dared to dream that I might one day be able to marry You, and I... It's so much to process... I'm scared that this might just be a hallucination, but... I don't think even I could ever conjure this up..." (From a WIP where HuaHua gets his memories eaten by a memory-eating ghost, and HuaLian do HuaLian things about it (crying and having sex) the fic is titled "The Amnesiac Adventures of the Lord Hua Cheng")

"Well, then, there's nothing to the garbage they're saying. They don't matter. Look at me, my beloved husband. Their... ideas on what you are don't matter. Mine don't matter, either- and it's true, my opinion doesn't matter at all about this. If you feel like a man, then that's all there is to it, and not a single person in the world can change that. But if you're man or woman, ghost or god or human, it doesn't matter to me. What matters is you, not the state of you, my darling San Lang. Because regardless of what you are, you'll always be my most devoted believer, the love of my life, and my beautiful, beloved San Lang." (Trans HuaHua fic, the first of three parts! Part 1 is finished but not published, and part 2 is not finished yet 😅 the fic is titled "Seeing him for the first time, awestruck at beauty")

Xie Lian bit his lip lightly as he wove the flowers carefully together, frowning when the stems split under his calloused fingertips. "Ah, I broke another one..." He murmured, and Hua Cheng blinked open his eye, gazing up at his God while he laid in Xie Lian's lap. His inky black pupil dilated as he gazed at his Husband, his lips lazily curled up into a soft, effortless smile. (From a finished unpublished fic, "A simple thing to be happy"! I just really like the way I wrote that line about HuaHua IDK man)

"Why, You ask, Gege? It's simple: I've already carved Your name into my very soul, already known for so long that I'm Yours and no others. If there's anything worth writing, it's the name of the One who has saved me, the One who has my heart and devotion, the One who I treasure above all else. Everything else is worthless compared to You in my heart, so why bother with anything other than You? What else could I write that could show my devotion and love?" (From a WIP where HuaLian talk about their names! (Also the origin of my headcanon about HuaHua's true name being Jinhong) titled "What's in a name is irrelevant, you're always mine" but I kinda hate the title sooo 🤷‍♂️ probs gonna change it when/if I get around to finishing and posting it)

I know it's supposed to be just one sentence or whatever but like I HAVE to add some of the other stuff for the context IDK 😭

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

You didn’t know how long it had been going on. The feeling of hate welling up in your chest every time you saw them interact. It even started to make itself known when Cassidy started talking about Hanzo, even in just passing comments.

The two of you had been sitting in his room, just talking and doing mindless things. You’d picked up the habit of stitching up things that Cassidy hadn’t thought about before, and he was endlessly grateful for it. Often times you add patches or little designs in the fabric, and every time he saw them he’d smile.

Suddenly, Cassidy switched the conversation over to Hanzo. It was no question that the cowboy was head over heels for the archer. You could see it in the way that he looked him. The way his shoulders would sag in relief whenever Hanzo walked into a room. The slight smile that played across his lips when Hanzo sat next to him.

You hated it. Why, you didn’t know, but you did. You hated it so much that it would be hard to breathe. Most times it would be easy to ignore or to shove aside in favor of calling them cute and leaving them to be alone. But sometimes…sometimes you want nothing more than to tear your own hair out and scream and cry anytime they get close to each other.

Maybe it was jealousy. Envy was one hell of a thing, after all. Maybe you wanted what they had. Maybe you just hated seeing people happy when you weren’t the cause of it. Who knows. Certainly not you.

“I just miss him, y’know? Like, I wish he was here right now. That’d be great,” Cole said, looking at the door longingly.

You rolled your eyes but held your tongue. Steering the conversation away from Hanzo wasn’t hard, but you had to do it multiple times in a conversation.

You brought up the next mission, wanting to see what Cassidy has planned. It had been a minute since you had been on a mission, so maybe they’d send you on this one.

“Oh! Me and Han are gonna be goin out undercover. Better people could’ve probably been picked, but I’ve just missed him so much I couldn’t stand to pass up the opportunity. We’ll be great, I know it.”

That was the last straw. You just couldn’t do it anymore.

“Oh, yeah, because you guys are always soooo far away from each other,” you spit out.

Cassidy looks over at you, confused. You’d never talked to him like that before. Not without more provocation. You had a death grip on his poncho that you were sewing up from your spot on his bed. You always sat on his bed while he sat at his desk that had plenty of papers strewn across it.

“What?”

“You talk about him like you aren’t always talking to him. Even when you’re out, whether it be on missions or even just at the store or at dinner with the team, you’re always calling each other or texting or something. You always have each other. And yet you talk about him like he still lives over in Japan and is never going to come back. Even when we’re supposed to be hanging out, just the two of us, you can’t ever seem to shut the fuck up about him. I can’t fucking do it anymore. It’s pathetic.”

Tears have started to well up in your eyes and you let go of the poncho with its half sewn in patch and start to get up. Cole tries to stop you by grabbing your hand and making you look at him.

“What’s going on? Talk to me, y/n.”

“And then what? Have you start talking about Hanzo again when it’s supposed to be about us? No thanks, asshole. I’d rather have the headquarters collapse on me again. At least then someone might actually listen to me when I say something,” you say, yanking your hand out of his and continuing to storm out of the room.

You pass by Hanzo on the way, shoulder checking him so hard he hits the wall. You don’t even look back, just continuing to storm to your room. Hanzo gets up and keeps going to Cassidy’s room, looking at his boyfriend confused as to what was happening. Cole just wrapped his arms around Hanzo and sighed into his chest.

You, on the other hand, had ignored everyone asking you if you were okay and locked yourself in your room. At first you just looked, not knowing what to do. Eventually, you went over to your own desk and started throwing things, screaming the whole time. Your room became a mess within seconds, and you didn’t care.

As you stood, watching the papers you’d thrown settle on the ground as you heaved, trying to catch your breath, the anger gave way to crushing sadness. Tears started to well in your eyes again and you just barely had time to turn off the lights and get under the covers before they fell. Sobs wracked your body as you curled in on yourself. All the pent up misery and pain that you held back came flooding out. There was nothing to stop it, after all.

You cried for what felt like days. Your pillow was throughly soaked and you could barely breathe. The tv screen above your desk lit up, illuminating the room in a blue glow.

“Y/n, your presence is requested for the meeting debrief. You’re 15 minutes late already,” Athena said.

You buried your head further in your pillow and shook your head. “Go away, Athena. Tell them to do it without me.”

“Very well. I’ll tell Winston to go over the details without you present. Are you sick? I could send for Doctor Ziegler to heal you.”

“No, Athena. I’ll be fine. Just leave me alone, please, and make sure no one can come in here.”

Athena doesn’t respond. Her departure is only shown from the room descending back into darkness, leaving you alone once again.